EPOV
"Babe, I've spilled the liquid near the staircase. Don't come here. I'll clean it up after attending this call." I shouted.
My life was so exciting right now.
Everything was going too good to be true.
My career was moving on the fast track.
Tanya and I were going to have a baby.
We were so busy making plans, and we just set up the nursery.
My call lasted longer than expected, and I completely forgot about the fact that I had spilled the liquid.
But the worst possible thing happened to remind me about that.
I heard a scream from Tanya.
And I lost both of them.
My life was shattered in that one moment.
Everything could have been avoided if I had cleaned it up right then.
Why was it so important for me to attend the call? I could have done that after cleaning it.
Or at least I could have gone to Tanya, and made sure that she actually heard what I told her, and she didn't come anywhere near the stairs.
Why?
Why did I let that happen?
My snapped open at that time, and I realized I was sweating heavily.
Was I ever going to stop having this nightmare?
Was I ever going to forget what happened to them?
Therapies, Counseling, nothing was ever going to help!
I got up and splashed water on my face and sighed.
How was I ever going to forgive myself?