Lucy.
I'd turned around. I found myself shifting uncomfortably, before resuming my rant about father to your grave.
Lucy, I'm sorry.
It was a whisper caught in the wind. My breath hitched but I ignored it, telling myself I was hallucinating. It couldn't have been you...could it? I wanted to believe it so much, but I could not.
I was momentarily afraid that I was becoming insane mamma...maybe I'm lapsing back into that void of darkness again. Maybe I'll have to go back to the hospital.
Lucy, I'm sorry.
Lucy...
Luuucy.
I began to cringe...no. no no no no no!
I got up as fast as I could, tried to ignore your voice as it rose. I was covering my ears, screaming...closing my eyes, willing you to shut up in my mind.
Lucy..Lucy!
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
sorry
sorry
so so sorry!
And I ran
-Lucy
