It was broken inside my chest already.
Sorry. Scary, I know. I choked on the pieces. It had been like that for a while past a certain point.
There were no words at that point, none, and that's what scared me.
Seems inconsequential now in light of all that's been brought to the surface but silence and reflection are a big part of how I operate in a social setting many times. Heh.
It's just not very impressive and that's what got to me.
The words got in the way and I had to put my hand on the broken part. It hurt.