Type > Original fiction
Length > Short
Notes > Really very short
By now, I shouldn’t have to hold my breath anymore. It should be clear – obvious, glaringly – that I am the focal point. After all this time you should have reached that point. But you haven’t.
I should be what your thoughts revolve around. I should be what your mind balances on. I should be the be all and end all. The edge of your world that you shouldn’t be looking past anymore. But you do.
There are lines to be drawn and I suppose I’ve been waiting with the chalk in my hand for quite some time. They say they all saw it coming from miles away. I didn’t. I don’t know whether to hope you did, or didn’t either. Both are wrong at this point. I can’t quite get my hand to get ground level and moving just yet, but it’s twitching and trembling. Don’t push it.