I could have married you, instead I buried you.
The depths of a man’s soul cannot be measured in a manor of meters and fathoms; but rather, it is in my opinion, only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub, the events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.
