Short Story: The End is Near

I sensed this short story sitting on the sofa. I was doing nothing but thinking about life when it came as quickly as a thunder in the sky. I noted it down as fast as I could in my native language and, after some time, I made it a drabble and finally translated it into English.

I took a deep breath, opened the door, and the darkness swallowed me like an unpleasant spew. I felt an indescribable chill and quickly switched the lights on to disperse the shadows of uncertainty. "Stop messing up and get on with it!" My thoughts behaved like a mad wind gust, sharper than sensible. I looked for Andrea. I needed to vent my lack of love for her. I followed the cold corridor and entered the room to talk, but found a cold and icy Andrea. My bad love had already done me the favor of killing her and blaming me.

=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=
Thanks for reading my post!
@manandezo