The Heaviness of What Was Left Unsaid
He took a breath in letting the cold night air fill his lungs. This helped him calm down. He remembered that he was still there standing in the quiet space between him and the other person. The night air was really cold. It made him feel more awake. He was standing in this silence the silence, between him and the other person and it was a strange feeling.
"Because of the way it was…" Victor started again his voice was really low. Sounded strained. Every word he said felt like it had a weight behind it and it was pressing down on the quiet night. This was not just him talking it was like he was confessing something. There was a lot of tension between them and his words were, like a thread of truth that was running through all that tension. The words were hard to say it was like something was trying to stop him from saying them loud something that wanted to keep them secret.
