I killed him. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to see my Dad.
Daddy. I never knew him, only what Mum told me. I only wanted to see him, never meant to mess things up.
It was just a little change.
To be honest, I didn't think. Despite his warning.
God I am so sorry.
If I'd have known... known I'd change things so much... known that he'd... he'd.
He gave himself up to save us. Me.
Should have been me; this was my mistake.
And I stare at the space when he'd stood.
And I scream his name.
And I wonder how I can still be sane when I've seen two of the people I love the most die on the same day.
And the world is going to come to an end anyway.
Until my Dad steps in. Because he knows now; what I did, who I am, why this is happening.
And he runs across the road and stands in front of the car.
My Dad is dead. Again.
I feel a breeze through my hair and a hand on my shoulder.
And now I know.
I cannot have them both.
