Impulsivity

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that made it hard to breathe as Blaze, now seated, held onto Amelia's hands, his gaze twitching slightly. His heart felt like a lead weight inside his chest as he ransacked his brain, searching for the right words to say.

It suddenly felt hot around him as if someone had turned on the heater instead of the air conditioner.

"Blaze..."

Amelia called softly, feeling a bit apprehensive by the troubled look in his eyes and the beads of sweat now crowding his forehead like someone with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"... what's the matter, sweetheart? You said you wanted to tell me something important. Talk to me. I'm all ears." She freed one of her hands from his firm hold and gently stroked the side of his face.

Gulping down the lump that had formed in his throat, Blaze inhaled and exhaled to calm his pounding heart.