Hardin:
The first time I had felt crippling guilt was when jasmine left me for another man. A man older than her father.
The questions had perused my head as I sat in front of the sunset, watching the yellowish tinge fade into the abyss.
Was I just not good enough?
Maybe if I had been better, stronger, more mature. Maybe she would have stayed.
But nothing I had ever felt compared to the guilt I felt now.
This, all of this that happened to her was meant for me. If I had somehow tried to protect her more she would not have to be battling nightmares.
Every night for the past one week, I knew I heard her screams from her sleep.
I had hesitated each night in front of her door, wondering if I even had the right to comfort her back to sleep when I was the cause of all of this.
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