I spend a restless night filled with visions of blood and the lingering scent of lilacs. I hear her voice, her laughter. The silken strands of her golden blonde hair glide through my fingers. I wake covered in a sheen of sweat. Naked, I pad across the room and turn on the shower, knowing I’ll never be able to wash away the memories. Being back in this city does nothing but serve as a reminder of all I’ve lost.
