I think...I think I'm losing control.
I feel it slipping through my fingers.
Cold...It's so cold.
It slices the air as it falls.
It's as if I can hear the particles collect on it as it rips through the air.
I can hear them pitying me.
"So unfortunate." "Can't believe that happened." "So sorry." "It's not your fault."
I don't need their pity so instead of cracking I collect myself.
Gain my composure.
I scowl as my chocolate vanilla swirl with cookie crunch flakes falls to the ground.
Then all I can do is walk away.