My body and my heart can’t understand the fact that she’s gone. They can’t believe that I’ve sent her away. They can’t comprehend this thing that I’ve done. This awful, cruel thing. They don’t get how I called her mother. How I hurt her when I’ve always promised to destroy anything and everything that dares to harm her. My brain understands it though. My brain grasps the betrayal. It understands the fact that I haven’t been able to protect her. I haven’t been able to keep her safe from the world.
