BLAZE
I should’ve done more.
Fuck it.
I tell myself that over and over, like if I say it enough times, it’ll change something. Like it’ll rewrite the past, undo the damage, erase the moment I saw Amanda on the ground, tearing at her own skin, begging for someone to save her from ghosts we never killed.
My shoulders shake so hard I can barely stand. My hands are buried in my hair, fingers yanking, pulling, twisting, trying to ground myself in something—anything—other than the f*****g truth.
The truth that I failed her.
Amanda is in there—screaming, breaking, tearing herself apart—and I’m out here, useless. I can’t f*****g watch it. I can’t stand there, in that goddamn room, listening to her beg for a dead man to get off of her.
My stomach twists, my body ripping itself apart from the
