It hasn't gone away. I can't sleep now. Every night I wake up, paralyzed. I am trapped. Pinned down. Black pools infinitely deep – the image of those eyes burns my retina.

I wake up sobbing. I haven't cried in years. I wake up sobbing. The sound of crying, the hot tears on my face... it makes me queasy.

The whole time I cried.

And since then I had never cried.