[ WP ] With the window broken , the white curtains danced with the wind , the red of it now growing ...

With the window broken, the white curtains danced with the wind, the red of it now growing from his perifories toward the center of his vision, closing in. He seethed, his back flexing like an acordian. He ran his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. `` You knew'', he said said through gritted teeth. `` You knew... from the start.'' He knew deep in the middle of his brain, further than he could reach, that he must be angry. He must rage and fight until he ca n't. Outrage is the last stronghold of self deception. She hugged her legs leaning on the headboard. Her body language looked fearful but her face said something else. Her eyes were wide with a far away gaze of long awaited understanding. He heard a door clse from far away and darken the light inside his head. Uncarefull of the broken shards of glass, he silently jumped through the window frame.
