Ashanti
You cry and cry until you're numb, until your eyes don't have anything to give.
Then comes the blaming, you find something to blame because it makes you feel better, you blame the person for dying, you blame the person responsible or the sickness responsible. You blame the universe and everyone. What hurts the most is self-blame. You blame yourself for not looking carefully, for not defending, and for not being there or being strong enough.
Self Blame is a bitch. So yeah, I understand where Jackson is coming from.
“Ashanti?" My eyes snap up to his, he's waiting for my answer. His eyes are full of concern. Fuck that.
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