At night I close my eyes and wake up at my old apartment with you on top of me.

…And I hate myself for it.

Every time.

I hate having that nightmare because it's not a nightmare at all- it is a memory. A memory of the night my life changed forever, and it keeps haunting me. YOU keep haunting me.

I should know better by now to quit begging it to stop because you didn't stop when I begged you… so why would it?

-Quinn