Denial

Andrew

My joy knew no bound. I sprinted towards her, almost sending us both to the ground when I ran into her. She flinched at the contact and held onto me for support. My arms couldn’t hold her tight enough. Left for me, I would cut myself open and stick her into me. That was a demented thought, I know.

After hugging the life out of her, I pulled away a little bit, then came down and took her lips immediately.

She wasn’t holding me anymore, neither was she kissing me back. She just stood rigid, with her eyes squinted shut as if in pain. This made me pull away to examine her.

“Where have you been? Are you hurt anywhere? Why didn’t you call or text? I was so freaking worried about you,” I said in a rush.

She didn’t respond to any of my questions. She just stood there staring at me with a look of guilt or something of that nature.

“Anny, talk to me,” I said, gently shaking her arms. She still didn’t respond.

“Are you sick or something? What’s happening Anny? You’re making me anxio