Jonathan
Today I woke up on edge. But honestly, the truth is, I didn't even sleep. I spent the whole night lying down, tossing and turning, trying to escape my own mind, but without success. Every time I close my eyes, there she is. Her face appears. That last time I saw her eyes up close. The scream stuck in my throat, the guilt scratching my chest from the inside, and that damn regret that won't leave me, that haunts me like a shadow, day after day, for exactly nine years.
Nine years.
Nine damn years.
And it still feels like it was yesterday.
It feels like it was yesterday that I surprised her, the party I threw to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, full of light, with everything she liked. The cake, the friends, the Brazilian funk music that made her dance in that way that drove
