Bleeding Outside the Lines

19. Cassius

nineteen

She fucking cut me open again. I don’t open the door for her. I don’t wait for her to climb out of the car. I don’t signal for her to come inside.

The front door slams behind me, echoing in the empty night.

Pressing my back against the wall, I wait. Suspense and need boil over all my edges.

I never really understood the phrase silence is deafening.

Until now.

Nothingness. Emptiness. A cavern of quiet.

I strain to hear something, anything, but I can’t even hear the sound of my own breathing.

Eternity. That’s what this is.

Disappointment cloaks me.

Defeated, I open the door.

Nothing.

She’s gone.

Vanished.

I thought she was the captain of the ship, but now I see she’s the iceberg.