Her words I hear, whether spoke aloud or formed in my imagination. My heart aches for answers, as I have none for myself or for her. She is my motivation and the keeper of my tomorrow. Her dreams cause me to question....
Rest your head.
Breathe in.
Pause.
Think.
Breathe out...
Repeat.
Do I want to know my assumptions based on her thought process or her fears?
I want to know.
Need to know.
As soon as I sort my past, her actions, and the memories burned into my skull, I will figure this out.
But if not soon enough will it be in time to save her?
What is the answer?
Guilt?
What causes a person to beat themselves up to a point that it causes mass destruction on the lives of others and what precautions could one take to shield a life they have so desperately tried to avoid.
Or... have they unknowingly created an assortment of past experiences merged with present moments?
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