Self Conscious

Drake

I stared at Zelda, her eyes filled with questions, but she seemed to be holding herself back, biting her tongue. I could see the wheels turning in her head, her thoughts racing behind her eyes. But I couldn't guess what was bothering her, what was keeping her from saying what was on her mind.

I felt like I was in the dark, trying to figure out what was happening, but unable to see the whole picture. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I was afraid of the answer.

We sat there, staring at each other, the silence hanging between us like a weight. The only sound was our breathing, heavy and labored. It was as if time had stopped, and the world had gone still. We were frozen, trapped currently, unable to move forward.

I wanted to break the silence, to say something, anything, but I was paralyzed, my lips sealed shut. The tension in the air was palpable, suffocating. I felt like I was suffocating, gasping for air, but unable to breathe.

“Do you have a mistress?” she blurted out,