Withered

I can't remember what I was doing, but then again it must not have been that important. I can't remember exactly what happened right after, but then again everything has been the same after. I can however remember the exact moment it happened. It's a moment frozen in time, one that my mind revolves around and replays every hour, every minute, every second of the day. I received a call from Emile Odear. A girl I never told I loved. A girl who needed help, but I was too busy staring at the ceiling. A girl I never told I loved until I stared into her casket, stared at her lifeless body, and stared at her perpetually unhappy face that graced her even after death. It was that moment I realized I loved her. I just wish I had realized sooner, but then again I might have been busy.