A/N: Drabble written for the house_md100 LiveJournal Community. Prompt 3 - Rotting on the inside.
A wrong decision made for the right reason. You can accept that. You've convinced yourself.
I'm fine, you tell her. And you'll convince yourself of this too.
But now every thought is haunted.
And all you want is some peace from the constant argument in your head. The justifications that somehow don't mean anything anymore as your conscience is finally tearing you up.
As you spoke the harsh reality:
I killed a man.
Drowning in thoughts. Drowning in poison. Make it worse to make it better.
Home late. A mess.
Now she can see how you're feeling on the inside.