I broke my mate. I broke her more than once. Maybe now it is difficult for me to fix all that, to put her pieces back together. Is it possible? Is there a way to fix broken pieces?
I wish there were. I would take her heart and form it again, and I would put that shine back in her eyes, long before I hurt her so much. I never tried to be a better person for her. I never sat down to think about what she felt. I never stopped to look at her watery eyes, nor ask her if she needed something or someone.
I was never there for Alice.
As I continue to lament and punish myself for my stupid mistakes, I hear small, quick footsteps approaching me.
Very uncertainly, little Aaron stands next to me and asks: "Ethan, why isn’t Alice here?"
Great. That was the only thing I needed…
"I don’t know."
