Year End

It still hurts. It always hurts. Just like other year ends. The images keep haunting my mind. How the blood...

Ah! I can't...I won't...

But I must...

There he was, covered by red liquid...I was hoping they were a kind of syrup that we usually drink in the sunny warm afternoon, with ice, so sweet. But then, it wasn't any kind of syrup. I was hoping that I was watching a movie with him, a thriller one, with him right next to me, ready to close my eyes whenever I get scared. But then, I realized, we were not in the movie.

There he was, after the count down...five...four...three...two...one...

Big Crash...Boom...

Blood...