Sierra pov.

Hearing those words, I couldn't help but lose focus on myself, as if the world had already forgotten about me. The weight of Dean's gaze filled me with guilt, and I felt as if my life had become an utter mess.

"I'm sorry," Dean kept saying, his eyes filled with pity and hurt.

"Why me?" I whispered, feeling weak and bewildered, no longer knowing what was happening around me.

Dean moved closer, pulling me gently until my head rested on his shoulder. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, and I felt utterly shattered, as if the world had turned its back on me.

"Why do I have to...