The emotions welling up in her heart from last night to this moment was so great that she felt as if she'd aged in less than 24 hours. Her heart was doing a marathon in her chest, banging painfully at her ribcage. She could imagine it slamming at her chest like that of Tom in Tom and Jerry whenever he was chased by his sworn enemy, the dog.
But jokes aside, the appreciation and gratituity she felt towards him for all the good he had done to her was slowly fading away only to be replaced by a strong, hate is a strong word, but dislike would do. There's just so much one's heart could take and right now her heart is close to bursting.
In the span of 24 hours, she'd felt hatred and fear alternatively more than she ever had in her 23 years of life.
Trailing behind him to the alley she been to last night, Que glared at the back of his head. She was having a mini pamic attack the closer they got to the crime scene.
