I lay in bed and stare at the door that leads to the bathroom, knowing she’s on the other side. I knew things had been different for me after that night. I knew it was wrong as she screamed and cried and looked right at me. I could’ve pissed myself. It was so horrible. I had seen werewolves tear people apart, and seen people fed to that fucking snake, but seeing her on my floor, bleeding, crying, vomiting at one point from the pain, it was horrible. The worst thing. My deepest regret. She had to know that. At the very least I would make sure she knew it.