100 little mistakes I've made, impossible to take back. 100 words I want to say, but unfortunately I cannot. (100 word ficlets)
Fumbling, my hands reach for the light, the dawn sleeping on my doorstep. Another night without sleep. Another night without dreams.
Do the dead dream?
But I'm not really dead, am i?
Unborn in this time.
Every time the day starts like this, something bad will happen. And every day I live... well, it's only one person's fault now.
If I weren't so weak, things could be different. If I weren't unable to set my head straight and realize the truth, then maybe we would have a chance!
But I make so many little mistakes. So we don't.