Haunted

I may use preparing for life as an excuse to run away from something so basic, so vital.
Something I gave up because I wasn't strong or capable enough to deal with the situation and it was easier, it was easier to take things for granted, it was easier to escape, it was easier to say I don't care.

Its coming back to haunt me in a way I did not expect.

She is talking to herself. I am so scared. There is no one and no thing. Its her voice. A voice I never imagined to hear this way.

... ... ...

I lost the chance to go and ask her long time back. What now? This is not how I imagined it.
I am sorry, and I am scared.

I'll hold on, for the hope, of it not lasting for long, of this being nothing but a dream, of switching to the other side with the guy under the tree looking at the train going by.