I killed him. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to see my Dad.

Daddy. I never knew him, only what Mum told me. I only wanted to see him, never meant to mess things up.

It was just a little change.

To be honest, I didn't think. Despite his warning.

God I am so sorry.

If I'd have known... known I'd change things so much... known that he'd... he'd.

He gave himself up to save us. Me.

Should have been me; this was my mistake.

And I stare at the space when he'd stood.

And I scream his name.

And I wonder how I can still be sane when I've seen two of the people I love the most die on the same day.

And the world is going to come to an end anyway.

Until my Dad steps in. Because he knows now; what I did, who I am, why this is happening.

And he runs across the road and stands in front of the car.

My Dad is dead. Again.

I feel a breeze through my hair and a hand on my shoulder.

And now I know.

I cannot have them both.