Too Late to Undo

The words "Edward is dead," still hung in the air like smoke after an explosion.

Alex stood frozen with his mouth slightly open, looking from Raymond to Elliot as the truth started sinking in.

Elliot's knees felt weak. A strange numbness traveled down his spine, almost like cold water. For a brief second, everything around him faded.

He'd spent the past week lashing out, angry at the men who fought for him. Bled for him. Died for him. He's been avoiding everyone, acting like the only victim in the room.

Before Raymond could say another word, something inside Elliot didn't just snap, it clicked. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Raymond turned back slightly, surprised.

"I'm sorry…" Elliot said again, louder this time. His voice cracked.

Raymond's face was still hard, as if ready to unload all the frustration he'd been holding in.

But Elliot didn't stop.