It must have been the weather, or the total silence of the room.
Everything just suddenly felt so overwhelming.
It was like being engulfed by something so warm, yet icy cold that makes your palm anxiously sweat and tremble.
It was having butterflies stabbing your insides; making you blush with colours unknown to you.
It was also having the butterflies dance, dance to the echoed banging inside your head that made your eyes bleed so sorrowful.
It was the uneasiness you felt from the beginning.
It was all crashing down on you.
This is how realisation wakes you up; this is responsibility.
