My body was as cold as ice.
Everyone passes by me, telling me things they think I need to hear but my violet eyes watch them with a dull interest.
"Everything will turn out okay, goddess Morrighan has plans for us" some would say. What about my plans?
"You've got to be strong, for the kids." How can I be strong now if I wasn't strong to begin with?
"If you ever need someone, call me." So you can tell me what everyone else says? No thanks.
I don't need any this.
Words.
Sympathy.
Tears.
I only need to rewind time, can't someone give me that?