Rereading The Lines

Sneaking a peek into the blinding light; I turned back into darkness. Moments like these give me the chills, make me confused as to what's real and what's not. Was it all
just a dream, or am I truly waking up to the smell of death? The stink of metal and blood intrigued me to
go back, back to somewhere so familiar but foreign to my innocent eyes. Watching in horror, I turned
back to search for something better, but better was now gone. This was the time I realized that this was
just the beginning of my tears.

It's funny how you can remember so many things in an instant, brushing through all the memories that
will never come back. I close my eyes and try to remember, to reminisce every happy bit of the life I used
to have, yearning for something that can never happen again. I bite my tongue in pain as I hold back my screams, staring at the wreck, at the bodies, at the mangled faces I used to kiss.

They're gone.