Jonathan
Today I woke up wired. But to be completely honest... the truth is, I didn't even sleep. I spent the whole night lying in bed, tossing and turning, trying to escape my own mind, but with zero success. Every time I close my eyes, she is there. Her face appears. The memory of the last time I saw her eyes up close comes back. The scream caught in my throat, the guilt scratching at my chest from the inside, and that damn regret that will not let me go, that haunts me like a shadow, day after day, for exactly nine years.
Nine years. Nine f*****g years.
And it still feels like yesterday.
It feels like it was just yesterday when I surprised her with that party I threw to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. It was full of light, with everything she loved. The cake, her friends, the fun
