The pizza was left unfinished. There was still over half left portion-wise that was going cold, and stale… and in general, it was just the saddest state a pizza could be. Neglect to this extent should be a crime, honestly.
But nothing could be done about it. Everyone's appetite seemingly vanished throughout the course of a couple of fleeting but illuminating minutes.
Everything felt a little heavier after that too; the air in my lungs, the walk back to position. Even a simple blink felt like I was doing pull-ups with my eyelids hooked up on a pair of anvils. The trepidation… funny how something you can't even see, touch, could feel like the weight of an entire galaxy on your back.
