I stop breathing.
Hoping to hear in the stillness.
In search for a sound.
But nothing comes.
My eyes water.
Pressure amounting in my lungs.
Turning my cheeks a fiery red.
And my green eyes foggy.
My teeth remain clenched.
As my lips slowly part.
I swallow.
Forcing myself into the black.
But it is then that I feel it.
The rhythm.
The silent murmur and repetition.
And I relax for a moment.
And in that gesture let go.
Not in a desperate rush
or sudden defeat.
But a realization.
He deserves more.
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