Prologue

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I'll never forgive myself for what happened that night. For what I let happen that night. I was careless, stupid. I have nightmares of that night till today. There are many things I regret in life, but the regret of that night outweighs them all. It's engraved in my soul. I live with the memory, burdened with it. And I deserve the punishment. 

I remember it like it was just yesterday...

I had heard it before I saw it: A gunshot, a scream, then the sickening sound of a body slapping the concrete. 

No.

God, please no.

I was running. And then I was screaming. 

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