"You've gotten quiet," Amanda said.
Quiet… was I? am I? I didn't realize, or more accurately, I didn't think so. Not on my end. In this incessant rain, splattering, hammering down, with thunder rumbling, reverberating the rafters, my insides… and then there was the wind, stinging cold, blowing like a sharp, piercing whistle.
Frankly, quiet was the last word I'd use here.
"No, I… I wasn't…" I responded back, barely able to make out my own voice from the chaos all around me. "I'm thinking…"
"Yeah, I can hear that," She said, and I had my phone pressed so hard against my ear, that her every word almost seemed to boom. "I can also hear you weighing your options, making your decision… just now, you just decided just now, didn't you?"
"I don't even know what I just did just now," I shifted about an inch, and I was very painfully reminded of the throbbing, the searing, every nerve, still lingering. "How do you know?"
