I should go after him.

I knew I should be racing after him, pleading for him to understand why that part of my life should be kept secret. Yet I found myself rooted to a spot, unable to even lift a limb.

My brain screamed at me to pursue, my tongue burning with the unspoken truth; however, I continued to watch, staring at his retreating back, and it was only when he was out of sight that my limbs received strength and I put it to use.

I began to walk, dragging myself slowly like one controlled by the wires of a puppeteer. My head was blank, yet my eyes...