I woke up in a dark room, lying on my bed. My pillow was wet, and I didn't know if it was because of the sweat or the tears.

I started to cry.

"I'm sorry..." was the only thing I was mumbling over and over again.

I started to feel an anxiety attack building up, but I had some help from a small furry body climbing its way up to my chest. I hugged it, and it purred, rubbing its face against my neck.

"I'm sorry, Amon. I'm here. Please don't let me go," I turned my body to my right, and I saw the gun on my night table. "Ahh, no... Please, don’t."

Everything started to vibrate.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Please forgive me!"

Amon's purr intensified, and I kept crying in the dark, apologising while we both fought the anxiety.