Guilt gnaws at the back my mind.
I was entrusted with the responsibility of her well being.
And look at her.
Slain.
Her life was worth more than this.
Could this all be some twisted nightmare?
Will I awake in a state of utter despair to find her sleeping peacefully at my side?
One can only hope.
But something tells me I'm not sleeping.
And neither is she.
Is there still time to breathe new life into her?
Can I reverse the damage that's been done?
I must try.
I have to try.