I was devastated, I realized what I done, I realized what my hands have gone and do without the brain's permission. I started trembling under the cold of the theater.
The movie was at its climax; when the protagonist stuttered when his love interested proposes, uncharacteristic of him, and she took it as him not really loving her. What followed was a series of regress, quiet, and introspection.
Quite on brand of what I'm feeling right now.
"I'm sor…"
"Don't do that."
We both whispered, like, the faintest of whisper, only the air came out, our throat didn't close enough to make it into a sound, and though we could barely hear each others' words, we knew exactly what we were doing.
"I was just…"
"No."
…
I shut up after Eirlys ordered me to. I had nothing to defend myself with, I have no rights to speak, to look at Hailie, to look at her, to enjoy this goofy Tim Carie movie…
I felt my nose started to swell, my throat started to burn.
