MIKE
I wish I had asked Olivia why there was pain and why did the entire world laugh when I cried? Why were they glad when my heart was torn with pain? I felt as if my soul was being lost like the wave of the sea, returning each time to hug the shore, only its strength diminished with every inch it came closer to shore, until it evaporated forever.
All my thoughts and dreams drifted from the magical night with Emily to the deep pain I felt like a sharp knife plunged deep into my heart. Her loss was to me like a raging sea meant to exhaust everything in its path.
It bore me with the images that kept ongoing but offered nothing concrete. I kept seeing Carla talking on the phone. She’d stay on for a while and then call someone again. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, wondering what she’d do if the drug wore off. Panic took her over. She was pacing up and down my patio.
At one point, I wanted to turn off the video, but Olivia read my mind and grabbed my hand, stopping me.
“Wait!
