"Is it normal that I still can't accept what happened?" My question puts an end to the laughter in the room. "That I don't believe it? That I feel like I'm in a strange dream? More like a nightmare…"
"It's normal, because I feel exactly the same way. My helplessness surpasses all reason. It burns inside me, creating a burning tightness in my chest because that night you asked me to go with you, they did it before you, and I refused to stay out of it even though I knew very well who you were going to face, even though I knew my friend was waiting for you at that restaurant. My conscience, the damn guilt, hits me every night to the point of not letting me sleep and knowing that the guilty one still hasn't paid for what he did... it's something that feeds the damn poisonous ivy that started
