The Scream Behind Her Smile
As I lay here on my front doorstep, in the place where it all began, I wonder what would have happened if I’d never opened the door that Tuesday afternoon?
Would she have gone somewhere else? Would life have swept her off in another direction, an alternate reality where our lives would never crossed paths?
As I lay here, blood pooling beneath my body, deep crimson smears on cold white tiles, I remember every sordid moment in vivid detail. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I wonder, if I had my chance to do it over again, if I had the choice, would I choose not to open the door that day?
Even after everything, I know that I would.
I’d go through it all again, and then some, if it meant I had the chance to be with Zach, just one more time…