I stared expectantly at her. Waiting for her to finally tell me the truth. Whatever it was.
"Priscilla was" she made an uncomfortable sound at the back of her throat, her eyes turning moist at the sound of her name "she was rambling about this uhm......this thing and i thought she was crazy because it sounded absurd. It was so weird when she told me about it that I told her I didn't want to hear it. But now I wish I had. I wish I had listened then. Maybe if I had actually paid attention then maybe she wouldn't...." The words hung at the back of her throat and a tear slipped down.
The guilt after loosing someone. It was a feeling I was familiar with.
"You didn't know. Don't blame yourself" I wanted to comfort her the best way I could, but my survival instincts made me wrap my arms around
