That outburst was so shocking even to Elle herself that she was taken aback. She was breathless, a crying mess as she tightened her own grip on herself. She had done it. She had opened up and unbottled all the grievances that she had been keeping within herself from the many days of being confined and also left alone.
But it had made her feel better. Giving lease to all those words were like pouring out the pent-up emotions that were wreaking havoc within her. The suffocating heaviness in her chest had tremendously lightened up. It felt like the calm after the storm, clean and refreshing.
But suddenly, a new emotion came at her like a tidal wave. Debilitating fear. The fear that he would… he might just end everything between them right here and now, had her body shaking once again.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!