A ghost told me so, hearing her voice once again in my head as I read the pages of her diary. Found it clearing away her things, discovered secrets lingering within its handwritten lines.
A war had raged unseen; only a few knew who were involved. A battle between a perfect surface that masked aching pain and a legion of demons hidden away.
I didn’t see. I was too busy being me.
There’s always time until we run out of time. Only now do I realise this.
Maybe I could have saved her.