Fear. It strucks you hard. Doesn't let you shut your eyes. I saw it all. I heard it all but couldn't not accept any of it. I don't belong here. This isn't where I wanted to be. This isn't where I should be. That man covered in blood cannot be my husband. He cannot be my love. He doesn't deserve love. But my f*****g heart is still not allowing me to hate him. He seems broken. My heart wants me to console him but my hands don't wish to touch that blood. Heart. It can never give you the right advice. But what to do when your brains not in a position to think. To decide.
I turned to see Mike's face. He seemed like he was looking at me with sympathy in his eyes. My eyes questioned him but his refused to say anything.
I stepped ahead. My trembling hands clutched the railing of the staircase. I
