Chapter Forty Eight
Those words, oh how that we were playing in my mind, even though he was not saying them over and over again, but his eyes were doing so. His eyes were just waiting for me to talk, so intense his gaze was and I just could not help but feel incredibly crippled. Crippled in the mouth, crippled in my body, and I just really wanted nothing else but to run away. But my body was stopping me.
Everything just felt like it was coming to a very gentle, yet really aggressive halt. Why did it have to feel like time was stopping right now? Was I really done for? Was this really the end? I had nothing to say to him. I could not for the life of me spin up a quick lie because I was just so bad at this.
Oh why was I so bad at this?
Why could I not be capable of spinning up somethi
