"I saw his face." My bottom lip quivered, my eyes stung with fresh hot tears and my feet felt like they were riding on jelly. It felt like everything was becoming obnoxiously loud and I wanted it to stop."I saw his face," I repeated, my voice sounded a pitch higher than a remember but it felt like my throat my clogged, and my chest was restricted. At this point, it felt like my head was nearly above water because my entire body felt uncomfortable.For the first time in three years, I could see it, I could see it playing like a movie right in front of my eyes, with no blurs, no form or illusions or anything. I saw his face, I saw how his hands pressed onto the trigger button before the bullet went off, I could hear things, very real things.The sound of old music playing in the background from the floor below us, it was my mother's birthday but my father insisted that he wanted her to at least enjoy his genre of music for the first time since they had been married, the sound of glasse
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