I suppose some wouldn't call them nightmares. But, I can't stop them, I don't want them, and I hate the sadness that accompanies them. So that's what I call them, "nightmares".
The feeling lingers throughout the day. I drive to work in silence. Lose myself in thought at random moments in the day. I think I'd like to scream, just to see if it will shake me out of this.
"...and it felt like a bullet in her heart"
