It hit me quick, so quick I didn’t have time to prepare.
The thoughts of what if?
I don’t like to play that game because there is never a winner, but always losers. I tried not to look at him as my rage mounted. I counted it out. Slow even breaths, when I really wanted to breathe fire. I can not even begin to comprehend the chance we have been given. For now I will concentrate on the what now, not the what if.