Ecstasy
A deep breath escaped my lips and I took the paper close to the flame and held it there, inches away from the bright light.
I had read it, now it was time to throw it out, but…
The flame ignited a tiny bit corner and the embers glowed orange but were soon smothered to a cold grey.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t burn the paper in the flame. I didn’t know why but I just couldn’t.
I pulled my hand back and looked at the paper, my eyes catching ‘Mr. Jacob West’ and ‘dominant’ in the same line.
“...if it’s truly what you want, you know where to find me…”
Bab Populer