Guilt ate at him constantly, but there were days when he was so used to it's presence in his life that he didn't realise it was even there.
Still, it lurked in the corridors of his mind and in the deepest recesses of his heart and when he was at his weakest, it would flare to life.
In the beginning he was arrogant in his belief that he could fix her, certain that with all that he knew he would find a way to make her
better.
Months had passed and with this passing of time his faith in himself had ebbed until he had felt impotent from his continual failures. Yet
through it all she remained steadfast and loyal, her faith in him never wavering, never uncertain. He bled for her in ways nobody would
ever know, suffered through her hurts and pain and knew her lonliness as if it were his own.
In Kaylee's eyes he saw redemption, acceptance, love. But he could not claim it for himself, not while his sister lived in a world without
the very things he craved himself.
The pity he saw in the eyes of others angered him until he felt sure he would explode from the pressure of it. There were days when he
felt that all hope was lost and he felt as empty and barren as the black, but there were also days when he saw a light at the end of the
tunnel, even if it were only the barest flicker.
Today had been one of those days, and it had all began with a memory.
