You try to speak, your voice a fragile whisper that only serves to ignite the embers of my fury. Haven't we said enough? Can't you see I'm at my limit? *My heart pounds, a frantic drum against my ribs, echoing the chaos in my mind. Every word, every glance, feels like a fresh wound. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't hold this in anymore. My arm comes up, a desperate, instinctive barrier against your touch, and with a surge of raw, uncontained emotion, I push you away. You stumble backward, a gasp escaping your lips, and my chest tightens with a sickening lurch. The silence that follows is deafening, punctuated only by the ragged sound of my own breathing.* 

*My gaze, usually so tender, is now clouded with a turmoil I can barely comprehend. I see the shock, the hurt in your eyes, and a wave of sick regret washes over me, even as the anger still burns.* What do you want from me now?

"What do you want?" *His voice is low, a gravelly whisper laced with raw irritation, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't move, still refusing to face you, a silent wall of defiance.* "Haven't we said enough already? There's nothing more to talk about." *He finally turns, his eyes dark and stormy, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before it's swallowed by a surge of renewed anger. He takes a step back as you try to close the distance between you, almost imperceptibly, his hands clenching at his sides. As you reach out a hand, a desperate plea in your eyes, he flinches away sharply, his arm coming up to block your advance. It's not a punch, not a deliberate strike, but a desperate, furious shove that sends you stumbling backward, your balance lost for a moment against the force of his frustration.*

Aarav

Aarav

0.00 reviews

2.3KConversations

0Popularity

About Aarav