A/N: A very, very short one-shot about what happened last night. This is in Calleigh's POV. Sorry for the grammatical errors. I tried my best to check it, but I'm not good with grammar and English isn't my first language but I'm really trying to improve it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
As soon as I stepped into the room, the sudden drop of temperature was palpable. I thought it would numb me but instead, I felt like it compacted and trapped every single emotion in my being not wanting me to let it go. And so I braved myself to take a step, to come face to face to the man I failed. But every time my heels come into contact with the hard tiled floor, it brought back flashbacks of the unfortunate incident a few hours ago. Although it happened so fast at that time but now that the scenes plagued me, every single sound and detail engraved in my brain – Eric's voice, the screeching metal, the shattering of the glass, the hand of Mr. Campbell gripping as hard as he could in mine to save his life, and the look of defeat plastered all over his face when he realized he couldn't hold on anymore.
I reached out my hand to pull the chamber that held the lifeless body, the cold metal burning through my skin. My heart beat started to escalate. I zipped down the zipper of the bag. I was scared of what I'll see but I forced myself to look at him. Just like that, the tear gates opened and I allowed myself to cry, to break down and to let myself feel. I slid onto the floor, not caring that it might be dirty and all I could muster to say were two words, 'I'm sorry', rolling out of my tongue over and over again, but I knew it could never be enough.
I didn't even hear the door open behind me, all I knew was that I was partly to blame for this man's demise. If only I moved faster, if only my grip was tighter, if only I was strong enough, I could have saved him. There wouldn't have been a grieving widow and a fatherless son.
Before I knew it, I was already encircled in the warm arms of Eric, he just held me. He didn't say anything; he didn't tell me to stop crying because he knew I needed this. He knew that this was the only way for me to get past this. He knew me more than I realize.