G - Guilt
Please do not leave me here
do not give up on me
just yet
Guilt.
It crashed over her in waves, tidal waves that tried to knock her over, to make her fall.
And that was exactly what she did. Face hidden in her hands, knees to the ground. Her legs weren't able to carry her anymore.
Guilt.
I have killed people.
More guilt.
I have hurt people.
Wave after wave after wave.
They had families.
Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.
Monster. Monster. Monster.
'I'm a monster,' she cried out, crawling back to the corner of the room as she looked up to him in despair.
He did nothing but stare at her.
'You didn't stop me!' she screamed. 'You let me do all of that!'
He didn't move, nor did he speak. There was nothing but that intense stare, a mixture of hurt and love and pain and embarrassment and guilt.
And when she saw the guilt she felt it - and how.
'I'm a monster!' she yelled, hiding her face in her hands again as she sobbed. 'I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.'
'You're not a monster, love,' he mumbled, lips close to her ear.
And that was when he pulled her against his chest and just held her, as she was overwhelmed by the emotions running back into her body. The body that had been so careless, so carefree.
'I am,' she murmured. 'I killed all those people. I...'
'You turned it back on, sweetheart.' He looked at her like she did nothing wrong.
But she did.
The guilt told her that she did and her dad told her that she did and that little voice in her head - that annoying voice that knew everything oh so well and wouldn't shut up told her that she was nothing but a monster.
'There is hope.'
Was there really?
She didn't know.
