Borrowed Time

Dorian

Even though I managed to save Cleo’s life, the scene of her dying continues to replay in my mind.

I have this fear I will never be able to forget what happened today. How could I? Cleo died today. The life in her eyes disappeared, and I held her head—HER HEAD—in my arms while ugly-crying after losing her.

I’m pretty sure I’m traumatized or suffering small PTSD episodes right now.

Yet I try