On my hands

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The mamorise of Bill will haunt me for the rest of my life. I can't explain the pain of losing someone so dear. It feel like something is missing. And this time I wont be able to find it, it is gone forever. The sound of his laughter is still echoing in my head. I would do anything just to see him smile one more time. Without him am a lost soul. Every minute and ever hour I wish that I could bring him back. I have been wanting to go back in time when Bill was still here. He made my life easier, better, worth living for. People tell me that I have to move on and that I will find happiness if I just "try". They tell me that if I don't move on I will be stuck on the same old page for the rest of my life. Nothing could have had changed his mind they say.

But they were wrong.

All the blood that had spilled that day, were on my hands. My hands will be stained red forever.

It was my fault and always will be.

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