i woke up, kurt beside me laying down playing with my hair. "goodmorning baby." i smiled. he smiled back, but it faded. "you ok?" i asked and he looked up at me and cupped my cheek. "are you happy?" he asked. "what?" i furrowed my brows. "are you happy? when you murdered me?" he asked. my heart dropped. i remembered, the night we got drunk and i crashed the car. i teared up. "you killed me. im dead and its because of you." he said. i didnt kill him, i loved him. but deep down i always doubted it, i did kill him. i didnt mean to but i did. "kurt!" i said. i got out of bed. i looked at him and worms and maggotss crawled out of his nose and mouth. i screamed. i opened my eyes, i looked at the clock. seven in the morning. i called dave and he came over. i opened the door for him and we sat on the couch talking. "its- I- I didnt mean to, am I a murderer?" i asked dave. "no! ofcourse not! nobody wanted this to happen," he replied, hugging me. "i know i just- i cant help but feel the guilt." i said. "its not your fault." he said. i cried in his arms. "i miss him." i said. "i know, i do too." he managed to say.
231 words. sorry its short im just really tired.
