I could feel my face getting red. I was holding it in for too long.

He was looking at me, waiting for a response.

Just breathe. Focus. It doesn’t have to happen this time. 

Only thirty seconds had past, but it felt like an eternity. God, why couldn’t he just leave me alone.

I opened my mouth to say something but I retreated only to a deep breath to gather myself.

Are you alright, love? He repeated.

3, 2, 1. Detonation.

The dam had over flowed. The waterfall began to cascade.

The tears had started. And I was drowning.


In response to the Daily Post, detonate.

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