She strangled herself with a rope spun of her own words. Drawing the noose tighter around her neck, she strained her voice hoping to explain how she felt. “I just n-n-need,” she choked, her voice cracked and her eyes immeditaly diverted from his face. “Um,” she continued, “a r-reason to hope, to feel purpose, maybe some clarity.” In that moment, everything begun to trickle out of her, like oozes of dark crude blood but instead nothing at all came out – such an unpleasant sight. The way his face begun to form, she knew she’d made the worst decision by speaking too soon – speaking at all. That’s when something left her. Leaving behind only an emptiness. Silence filled her mind, the rope of words loosened around her neck, she took it all back while he stared right through her.
Sometimes no answer, is an answer.