There was only silence in the whole room, my family kept hearing my side of the story, all of them sucked it in on what had happened, and each moment I could see the change of emotions taking place in all of them whenever the story kept having its changes, none of them were liking this situation and they wanted to speak up but they stayed quiet, waiting for the moment to speak when it was all over.
"....And just like that, I said to her that I needed some more space before I could decide anything"
As my final words ended, the situation came with a strange sense of quietness, I could feel the suffocating silence all over the place, and as always when I said the story I had become the true victim that was suffering, the story went with the simple flow toward how I left Scarlet how she was but towards the other parts I changed some things.
