Unannounced confrontation
He appears at my door without warning, rage and desperation mingling in his wild eyes. “Why are you doing this?” he yells, his voice cracking under the pressure. His presence is suffocating, his energy volatile. I say nothing, arms folded tightly across my chest, unwilling to give him the reaction he’s clearly fishing for. His accusations fly like darts, aimed to provoke and confuse, but I remain silent. He can scream, plead, or threaten—it won’t change the facts or derail my focus.
He paces the room like a caged animal, frustration mounting with every unanswered question. “You can’t ignore me forever!” he roars, slamming his palm against the wall. His anger simmers just beneath the surface, barely held back. Despite the fear knotting in my stomach, I don’t flinch. My silence is intentional, a wall he cannot climb. It’s not about winning this moment—it’s about refusing to feed his chaos. As the minutes drag on, my refusal to engage speaks louder than words ever could.
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