Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
BLAIRE
Iknew this room. I knew this dream. The smell of a smoking gun hit my nose, and blood dripped between my fingers. Something hurt in my side, but it seemed so far away. All I had was this moment.
I slipped off the crack, and someone died.
The pain in my side was so hot. I wanted it to stop.
On hands and knees I crawled, already knowing what I would see.
He lay there, just like last time, blond hair soaked with sweat, eyes unseeing. Just like last time, I placed my hand on the bloody handprint.
If only I had just paid attention, all of this wouldn’t be my fault.
I didn’t know if I needed to bother watching the rest, but I knew I didn’t have a choice.
I let him grab my wrist, allowed him to pull me close.
His mouth moved around words he had no energy to speak aloud, or maybe couldn’t.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
How did you forgive someone for something you didn’t remember happening?