Sinful Duty
Tehilla
I watch as he gently places the gun on the table. Seconds tick by a heavy silence filling the room. He takes a stand and makes his way to me. He takes a stance behind my chair and places his firm arms on my armchair, caging me. I bask in his scent and warmth.
"You choose now Lana, here and now." He whispers into my ear.
His traces my knuckles before grabbing my notebook out of my hands, and tossing it on the table.
"I wasn't done with that." I say. He laughs, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs. I turn to face him, feeling my breaths shorten with each passing second.
"Eyes on the prize, Lana." He turns my head back towards the table.
"You choose the notebook you can go back to living your life in fear and delusion, then one day end up dead in a dumpster or," He brushes a strand of hair from my face, " You could pick up the gun and hunt your past which shall it be Lana?"
I feel beads of sweat on my back and my anxiety prickling through my skin. I have to choose, here and now.
I extend my hand and pick my choice.
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