For as long as I can remember I've been able to sleep through anything - storms, sirens, you name it. Last night, I didn't sleep. It started with a superficial glance at my past, but as soon as I started thinking about everything, about everyone, it wasn't too long till my mind wandered to thoughts of Her. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that we went through. Memories of our shared experiences are always so surreal and ecstatic. All but one...
I know it wasn't my fault, I realise that what I did, wasn't why She passed away, but still. Her scream still echoes in my head. Her face of unimaginable pain haunts my dreams. The rush of emotions I felt, linger to this very day...
While bundled up in my bed, reliving everything and at the edge of tears, I admitted something to myself, something that I ran away from all this time. I realised that She could never forgive me for what I did and that I could never forgive myself. The worst part was that right at that moment, right then, I fell asleep. I fell asleep like countless times before, yet this time, I knew that when I'd wake up, everything would be different...
