It was all her fault.
She was the reason for his suffering.
All because of what she had said.
All because of what she hadn’t said.
‘What if it had come differently?’
‘What if she could have told him how much she loved him from all her heart?’
‘What if she could have comforted him that he wouldn’t lose her; that she wouldn’t leave?’
‘What if it all was real and not something between an illusion and the dream, the hope of it being real and meaning something?’
She sighed deeply her head resting in her hands, her hair shielding her from the world.
She had pushed it all in the deepest corners of her mind, only for her to dig it out again as soon as there was a second of silence.
‘What if…?’, she wondered, but then chose to hide it in the deepest and darkest corners of her mind.