IT FELT like time slowed for my purpose. It was not until I felt Sawyer shifted behind me that I realized I was still frozen in place. Time did not stay still, it was me. I could only stare at the silhouette of the man I was destined to be with. He was swallowed in darkness and fog as if nature was covering him after his little confession.
My mouth opened to respond, but I could not form any coherent sentences. My tongue was twisted. The air around me felt like it was sucked into Earth’s core, nailing me in the spot of the universe. I wanted to say something, yell, scream, or rather, just whisper something to him. However, my stubborn mind just refused to configure a word, any word so I could say something back at him.
Organizing my mind was a difficult task. Maybe I had lost my ability
