The death of a loved one is like a crime scene that in your heart, mind, and soul can never be solved. Even though the authorities caught the ruffian and jailed him with a life sentence, by the time the ambulance arrived they had gotten there many minutes too late.
I figured something out that night; when you wake up in the middle of the night, only to see your dad trying to pry your older sister away from your bloody faced mother, who is laying in front of the door, with eyes as grey as a fading thunder cloud in the midst of winter. You realize that the only thing to do is, well...
nothing, you can only do so much of a certain something before the only thing you can do is replay that scene indefinitely, forever and ever before... you... break.
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Glass Between The Lines
Mystery / ThrillerMy first post on here, please be kind. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask.
