Whiplash

I no longer feel my heart. It has fallen to the deepest pits of my stomach. A bitter taste pollutes my tongue, harshly different to the sweet coffee taste moments before.

But just like that, in just one moment, one interaction and a couple words that completely changes one's life.

And people say words aren't powerful.

I scramble at the page, ferociously flipping it from front to back searching for answers. Why didn't he finish the letter? What happened? Is this a cruel joke, Golding is playing at? A tornado of thoughts, questions and confusing emotions whirl in my mind.

I leave my unfinished cup of coffee and dash out the cafe, hyperaware of my surroundings yet in a daze.