You can't leave this behind.
It's become such an ingrained habit to pretend it doesn't exist. At least, that's what you tell yourself.
But it's always in the back of your mind, isn't it?
Even after all these sweeps, just glancing at the cover is like twisting a hot knife inside your chest. The memories carefully tucked away in this book hound you, circling your thoughts like birds of prey, waiting for just the right moment to strike.
And they always find you. You've never been very good at letting go.
Why did everything go so wrong?