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Junes is high on something

She was right there when it happened. She was so small. So helpless. I can still see her, lying on the ground, her tiny body twisted in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. But it wasn’t the way she looked that haunts me. Its the way her eyes were open. Wide open. Staring right at me. Unblinking. And in that moment, I swear, I felt it. I felt her asking me, not with words, but with that look "Why weren’t you there? Why didnt you stop it?"

I dont know how, but I know she was thinking that. I could feel it, like a weight pressing on my chest, like I was drowning in the silence of her gaze. She couldnt have understood, she couldnt have, right? She was too young. She didnt know what was happening. But I knew. I knew what she thought, because I saw it in the way her eyes wouldnt look away, in the way she expected me to save her, even though I couldnt. Even though I was too late. She trusted me. She thought I would protect her. And those eyes, those eyes they didn’t understand why I wasn’t enough. And it’s like she’s still asking me, still staring at me, waiting for an answer I’ll never be able to give.