ClockCollector

There was the distinct feeling of guilt gnawing at James's stomach as he lay in bed that night. He found himself starting to feel a little sick as he laid there and turned, restlessly, onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow, trying to block out what they had said to him at the hospital. "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault." "Things will get better." But the real kicker- "C'est la vie. That's life." What did they know about life, anyway?  They weren't the ones now living without their best friend.  James rolled over again, onto his back, and stared up at the blank ceiling. There was nothing more interesting there to keep his mi