I wonder why it hurts so much to remember those days. To recall means reliving, some say. But if only that was the truth. Because if I could just relive those days one more time, I would have done everything in power to stop those actions that took place.

If I had done those things, what would you have thought, I sometimes wonder. Would you have smiled? Would you have frowned in confusion? Would you have yelled at me for not standing up when they stabbed you in the back, with your own broken pieces?

I'm sorry. I truly am.

I'm sorry for being just a bystander.