Fuck… she was so happy in that lake tonight, dancing and weightless, free as a bird. And then I ruined everything. My scars and old ghosts prevailed, snuffing out her spark and sending her right back into the darkness. I made her cry. I made her doubt. I made her stop dancing. And I hate that those thoughts are crawling beneath my skin and eating me alive. I’m not accustomed to regret or guilt. I don’t feel. But I’m feeling right now, and it feels like shit.
