Why?
Why now? After all this time? If your answer is Always, I truthfully want to hit you so hard in the face that your head spins out of your shoulders and takes off to outer space. Don't lie, I hate it when you do it. Specially cause you are not that good at it. I never wanted any of this to happen, I just wanted peace in my mind and my soul. Is that a lot to ask? You placed in me a responsibility that was not mine to take. You wanted to assign me your piece of mind, you wanted me to save you. And I did, for sometime, I did it. I loved having that responsibility, I loved it because it made me feel superwoman, flawless and perfect. But I am not, I have flaws (hundreds of them) and when I looked at myself and saw my old bloody self again I felt horror, true horror, because what I saw was an almost dead person. And all of this happened so fast that not even you were able to reverse the horror growing in me, and you did a final act that would set a series of unfortunate even...