Five minutes had went by since I woke up from my afternoon nap, and that was the amount of time I had remained unmoved, staring lifelessly at the ceiling.
Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to get up. No matter how much I tried, I kept finding myself tangled up inside a past that I wished would remain buried, down at the deepest part of my consciousness...as if...
...as if it was never there.
Perhaps that would have been better. If I could just forget, maybe living in this second life would be a lot easier. I could breathed freely then, without anything weighing on my existence.
Because right now, I could feel it, everything was slowly shifting. It wasn't just a simple grief and sadness that hurt me anymore. It was the hollowness, the numbness, and the sole fact that,
I was alive.
They said that the hatred that turned into vengeance would be the kryptonite that would lead you to your end.
