The silence was getting too long, it was a rubber band, stretched and ready to snap. The air had become cold and crisp, and so had their expressions, I could feel their eyes burrowing into me as they watched my every move. Was it what I said or maybe how I said it, whatever it was, it hardly matters anymore, at this point I could slice the tension with a knife. My words chimed like bells, still ringing in my ears, over and over. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks as she opened her mouth and began to speak.
