It hit her like a brick wall. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. Her gut clenched up like the tightest fist a human being ever swung and she had to fight back the instantaneous need to vomit. Her whole body quivered with the emotions- some sickening combination of anger and fear.
She tried to relax, to breath into all those muscles clenched so tight. But her body didn’t listen to her and she was forced to go along for the ride. She could’ve fought off a rhino if she needed to. But right now this response was working against her.
She knew it wasn’t her, it wasn’t personal. It never was. But that kind of anger is like a bomb- when it goes off you get hit if you’re standing nearby. There was no way to duck and cover. She was picking pieces of shrapnel out all afternoon.
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