You wish it was all a dream

You breathe in and out slowly. Your heart skips a beat and a tear appears in your
Nothing could ever explain why, nothing could ever change the past. Every time you close your eyes the past flashes before you.

Every morning when you wake, you wake up thinking it was all a dream, hoping and praying that it was. You throw the covers back, sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your eyes fall to the bedside table; you see it and your breathing stops. The tears well making your vision blurry. Slowly your hand moves to the silver frame that holds the photo of the ones held safely in your heart.

Nothing could ever explain why it had to be them, why it had to happen to you. Your whole world was torn apart. It only took minutes for them to disappear, for them to be gone forever. Five smiles, five sets of laughter, five souls, gone.

Every photograph, every moment that took your breath away, every thought hurts. When the pain seems to ease it’s only like that for a minute. When it returns its worse every single time, stabbing so hard at your heart.

You knew that everything was going to be all right back then, now nothing seems all right.

Slowly you pick the frame up, swing you legs back onto the bed, lie down, and wipe away the tears that have fallen. You pull back the covers and close you eyes, the frame held tightly in your hands, keeping the ones inside safe.