I don’t know if I’m human, now.
Sonya says otherwise, and I love her for that and more. She’s helped keep me grounded so much I’ve lost count. I don’t doubt her love, but I’m afraid she’ll die.
That I could be her murderer scares me shitless.
Khue’s worried, though she won’t show it. I can tell, though – her laughs are strained, her sarcasm darker.
I don’t like it.
And I don’t know how the two of them still stick by me.
Maybe it’s stupid, to fear myself. But the blood that night, I won’t forget.
I can never forget.