Chapter 3 Amy
Now
This has escalated out of all proportion. The frustrations of the last two weeks, which started as a simmer, have grown and grown until tonight’s boiling point. The red-hot fury as we shout at each other to just listen.
Then the urge inside me for a change. I need him to understand me. I need things to change between us, or I have to end it. I know that. I can’t keep ignoring the fact he will never be open with me, that I’ll never truly know him.
I can barely make him out in this slanting rain, the ominous rumble of thunder which underlines the angry words we’re firing at each other.
Then there’s a terrible sound and, as my body lifts off the ground, as my world becomes a strange explosion of white, I wonder how it has gone this badly wrong. Maybe he isn’t the right person after all?