My Worst Nightmare

"He was my worst nightmare.

He was all I wanted and yet, all I could never have.

I don't hate him.

Don't get me wrong.

I don't.

For, he taught me love.

He taught me how I was all I ever needed.

He filled the pages of my life crimson red.

I can still feel him.

His breath on the nape of my neck as I stand in my kitchen at 2am, making two plates of Mac and Cheese.

I can still feel him, deep in my soul.

I can still hear his voice in every echo, in every whirlwind.

I can still smell him in my clothes and in my bed.

I can still see him in the depths of the night where he comes in as a loud roll of thunder, exuding his aura, his unmissable presence.

He was my worst nightmare but, I don't hate him.

I never could.

And that's where the nightmare began."

Hyejin writes these words, with a painful sob threatening to escape her throat.

She writes these words as her eyes rest upon a picture of his.

His gummy smile, the mole on his left cheek, eyes that looked so very alive.

Almost as though he'd trick fate and walk right through the front door, slumping down with a thud on the sofa.

But, he never could.

And that's what hurt the most.