It's been seconds and Sofia still stood like a statue. Not a single part of her body, twitched. It was weirdly abnormal, like she was frozen in time.
I saw tears drip to the tiles before her and not once did her body shake or spasm in a sob.
I had wanted to stop her from leaving. My words were meant to get her to see reason, but this…
This was not what I expected. And worse, in this state of hers, discerning her next line of action was almost an impossibility. And even when attempted, the choice of leaving held more weight.
I had struck a cord. I had hurt her and it's only fair that she would leave. I had said the truth, but maybe it's too much.
That's what most people don't seem to take into consideration, the truth hurts naturally, but there are truths that cut. Words of verity that can stop the heart. Genuine statements that paralyses, and I guess that's the kind I shared with Sofia.