As the seconds ticked by, stretching into minutes, and minutes stretched into seemingly endless hours, time lost its grasp on me.
The weight of this exasperating situation weighed heavily on my being, making me feel nauseous, as if my whole existence was being consumed by this turmoil.
The tension in the air grew thicker, tangible, like an impending storm on the verge of releasing its wrath. Caught in the middle, torn between the two sides, I found myself wrestling with doubt, unsure of whom to trust or what to believe.
The intricacies of their connection eluded me, leaving me struggling to fathom its depth.
A surge of anger and confusion coursed through my veins, like an electric shock to my system. What did they mean by those haunting words, "because of you, he's lost now"? What had my demon done?
