No Talking, Nor Speaking

xviii.

I shouldn't have made you drive me that day.

I didn't need you to drive me, because I could've just taken the bus.

It wasn't important, what I needed to do.

I was just picking up some stuff from a friends house but then I thought, hey, why don't I get Ky to drive me so we can spend the rest of the day together.

It's all my fault Ky.

I'm so sorry.

You weren't suppose to die.

You had too much to live for.

And everyday I wish it was me in your position, and not you.

Every goddamn day.

Ky, I'm so damn sorry.