Oblivion

I wrote this in my Creative Writing class for our Flash Fiction assignment.

“I don’t know how to deal with you anymore!” She yelled from the bathroom.

I didn’t know what to say.
My heart was in my stomach. Tears swelled on the lids of my eyes. Those haunting words corrupted my appetite. I could feel the fire blaze in her from being so upset and affected by my actions; it was devastating.
I knew I was a goner.
My palms were clammy, my head throbbed with pictures of an inevitable future without her. All I could do was choke on my words. Language was the problem here, and nothing could describe how sorry I felt.

I’ll never leave the toilet seat up again.