I was out of tears by the time I left her apartment. I was staggering to find my way. The feeling in my heart can only be described as what it would feel like to be hit by a plane " and survive it. Yes, I had found the letters from him. Tears welled up as questions exited my shivering lips. Her stone stare became even more shocking. The pain on my face was obvious as the silence continued. She was fixing her hair in the mirror in the bathroom. She maintained the dead air. Nothing. My words stumbling as I tried to speak and make sense of this. Hands shaking, holding the divulging evidence. The only sound was my quivering breath and sniffling nose. The room grew cold. Her face grew hot. Yet, she still remained silent, twirling and swirling her hair with extreme concentration, as if I wasn’t there. The tense air between us built as the silence continued to intensify. Finally she mouthed the words that seemed they were well rehearsed, “I think you should leave.” " The only complete sentence I could construct was “I love you, please talk to me”. Without as much as a look, as her eyes were locked on her reflection in the mirror, she closed the bathroom door. The plane just sucked me up into the engine well.
I know there must have been something that made her blood move throughout her body, but I was sure it wasn’t a heart.