She was struggling to breathe. Struggling with what I just told her. And she wasn't even blinking. Seconds had already clicked by, and she was still…frozen.
Standing a few inches away from the couch she was sitting on, I watched her closely. Trying to see if she was indeed breathing and if she'd blink any time soon.
She didn't. Unable to wait anymore, I snapped my fingers in her face.
“Breathe, Elena. Jesus.”
“Huh?” She looked at me like a lost soul. A sad, broken, lost soul. Then my words sank and she finally sucked in a breath, shakily. Her eyes twitched tearfully. “I'm sure you're kidding, Vince. You didn't mean that. You said it to hurt me. Because you're mad at me.”
I watched her dishearteningly. For the first time ever, I wished I was wrong. I wished this was just a petty stu
