As usual, I didn't realize the severity of my actions until well after two days after Vincent left the house after the tantrum he threw.
It felt as though the weight scale dropped heavily on my shoulders and my body felt like it was iron being pulled down by the magnet of my bed heavily on the second day since I fell unconscious. I can't get up and my head weighs a tonne. Heat emanates from every pore of my skin with every hot breath I take but even with this, I feel chilled to the bone. Goosebumps rising up my hair even as if I moved ever so slightly.
Shit, I mumble in my head, here we go again.
