Seconds went by like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days. You get the drift. There were books, even a television. But I couldn't concentrate enough to even think of looking at one. Kathy's words echoed in my mind, the quiet only intensified them. As time passed, I became agitated and antsy. It was like I was being forced into an intervention on myself. At one point, I felt my heart rate spike, like a panic attack was on its way.
I had curled up on the bedsheets and surrounded myself with Adams' scent. It gave me something else to think about. Like, how was Adams scent here ? This must be Adams' actual bedroom. I thought she had just copied it or something. That's where I stayed, in the comfort of him. I felt safe, so while I felt safe I let myself judge how I'd been acting.
