153 — The same for me.

I can hear my own heart beating in the middle of this silence. The words slip through my lips calmly and softly but are lost in this room, even though I can almost feel them hovering around us.

Tears wet my lashes, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the anticipation that burns in my chest, ache, tearing it apart.

Honestly, time seems to stretch out; the minutes seem to drag by. I don’t even know