The Breaking Point (Complete)-Shawmila

Suspended Animation

My name is Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao… I think, and less than 5 minutes ago my entire life flashed before my eyes, and believe me- I'm not talking about faded black and white images with slow romantic music playing over the top. I'm talking about a heart stopping, breath taking, wide screen, H.D… no, 3.D extravaganza with surround sound, bells ringing and angels singing.

Unfortunately, less than 2 minutes ago, my world stopped spinning and here I stand, in what feels like suspended animation. The world around me had dimmed to grey, the blood that had spent 20 years flowing happily around my body is now pooling in my veins, my heart has slowly climbed up into my mouth and as I stare into the eyes of my past and what I hope are the eyes of my future the only thing I can hear is the tick-tocking of my new silver watch.

The noise is thumping in my ears and it feels like a warning… have I wasted too much time, or is it just about to run out?

A minute and a half ago I asked a question and now my entire life hinges on the answer

Did he feel it?

He had to have right?

How could he not feel that when I had felt something so close to heaven?

Unfortunately the man standing in front of me wearing an outfit that is making me giddy seems reluctant to even look my way

My mouth has become as dry as a desert and no matter how many times I open and close it, no words are forming. My mind is shrouded in desire and my body is taut with anticipation when suddenly his answer hit's the air, and in a heartbeat the world starts spinning again and I just about hit the roof

"Camila look... It was ok"

'Excuse me, what?!'

My mouth hangs open in surprise and I know it's not an attractive look but to hell with looking attractive- today I've been slapped and yelled at and on top of that I've spent the last 30 minutes shouting and crying. I doubt my impression of a fly trap could make me look any less attractive than I already do

"I just... It's not a critisism by any means but I was just, maybe I don't remember it right but I was really kind of expecting something more like magic"

As he walks past me I suddenly have the urge to smack him so hard on the back of his stupid head, and when he exit's the room through his dining room I'm about ready to scream with temper

"Shawn, don't you dare walk away from me!"

My voice sounds shrill in my ears and as I follow him into the kitchen I find him opening a bottle of water and I notice his hand is trembling as he drops the lid to the ground and struggles to pick it back up

'So it was just 'ok' was it, we shall see about that Mr. Mendes '

Shawn has obviously forgotten that when it comes to playing this sort of game there's only ever one winner so I put on my game face and prepare to make him eat his words

First I force out a laugh

"Can you believe we expected anything more? Like here I am kissing you expecting it to feel like it did when we were young and in love and in the end it feels like I'm kissing my brother, like oh my God how stupid are we? !"