Short story type.
And then there was a long pause; a silence; the kind of heavy silence that you can feel in your chest., the kind of serene silence that reminds you of when you were a child watching the air bubbles break the surface tension of the water above you as you lay on the bottom of the pool holding your breath. The kind of silence that could make you cry without even realizing that you’ve been holding back those waves of salt behind your eyes for far too long. In that silence, that silence that spindles memories into flickering celluloid images flailing out of control as the world beneath you seems to stop on its axels. Your first thought: how did I get here? And the second thought: I do not deserve this.