Apr 13
fiction 0 comments challenge: One

Too Late

“Hi.”
“Not so good.”
“I just feel like I could’ve prevented it, like if I had tried harder…”
“But it is my fault. I saw her deteriorating, and I didn’t do anything to stop her.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Why must the world be so cruel? Why did it hammer her down until she couldn’t take it anymore? What did she ever do to deserve what happened to her?”
“I don’t know, okay? I keep asking myself these questions, and no matter how hard I try, or how hard I wish for her to be back, she never will.”
“She’s gone. I’ll never see her again.”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? She’s gone! She’s dead, and her funeral’s tomorrow---”
“I don’t want to go, though. I don’t think I will be able to get through it.”
“I know I should do it for her, but she probably hates me. Who wouldn’t?”
“Yes.”
“You’re right.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll go tomorrow, but only if you go with me.”
“I just wish she was still alive.”