It’s been a week since that witnessing happened. I’ve been bothered these past few days about how I’d approach him when I decided to go back to that place. Until now, I still kept on looking at the photo. I’ve already absorbed everything I saw that night.
Just to get rid of those thoughts, I focused on my work and tried to forget them. It is so hard, especially at night. I feel like it is a nightmare because I am always dreaming about what happened that day. Last night, I had a dream that he caught me that night and killed me. I don’t know why he did that, and that dream kept me awake all night.
I am also overthinking his life. How did he build that house? Why does he need to go to the city? I'm not sure, but I feel like I'm still missing the main story here, and as time passes, my
