TWENTY-NINE
LeoShe was here. Alma, my soul. She was here. Beautiful and brave and gone. I didn’t try to stop her because she should go. She’s always been too pure, too good for someone like me. I was selfish in believing I could keep her.
I wanted to be better. For her, I did. For the briefest of moments, I thought that maybe I could. Yet I’ve never been brave, and I’ve never been strong. I’ve always been a coward, running.
The demons pull me down every chance they get, and I let them. I allow it because it’s easier to be lost to oblivion than drowning in pain. It’s easier to check out than fight. I know because I’ve been losing the battle my entire life. I’m exhausted, and I can’t do it anymore.
She’ll thank me someday. She’ll realize that because I love her, I had to let her go. She
