I could only stand at the doorway, the air itself an oppression upon my shoulders that seemed separate from the plethora of thoughts rushing through my head. Contrary to the popular saying of one’s heart skipping a beat, my chest from that moment onwards seemed to contract twice in what should have been one movement. Not that the rate doubled, but something did. Or perhaps it was just that everything now became twice as much to internalise.
I could only stare, limited to the response of a basic humanoid creature that, in this moment, seemed to have his train of thought thrown off it’s rails. Forget talking, my mind could not form words. My nerves seemed to become senseless yet completely engaged to the extreme, wanting to spasm yet at the same time unable to move in the slightest.