Curling my fingers into a fist, I gasp out broken sobs while waves of darkness crash over me. I should have gone there straight away. I should have checked on my parents straight away. But I was just so busy. I kept saying that I would do it later. Later when things weren’t so chaotic. Later when I had more time. Later when I wasn’t dealing with a crisis. But that’s the thing. There will never be enough time. There will always be another crisis. There will never be a perfect time to do something. I should have prioritized them. And now, it’s too late. Now, there is nothing left. No one left.
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