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"Last question. Why?" "Because I love her" "No, you are obsessed with her. There's a thin line between love and obsession, but a big difference, y'know?" Oliver finished abruptly, in his Aussie accent. I had nothing to say. I knew he was wrong but I didn't know how to prove it. He got up and just when he was about to turn the doorknob, he turned to me. "I forgot to ask, did the therapist meet you yet?" he asked. "Dr Hickman? Yes, he did". "Good," Oliver said, not letting me complete before he left. At that moment, I felt like no one cared about me, like what I did was wrong. It wasn't. I was doing it for Aria. She was the sunshine of my life, but now, she's gone. She hates me now. I remember the last thing she told me was "You're a freaking psychopath!". The fear was evident on her face, I couldn't believe the love of my life was, and still is, this scared of me. It breaks my heart. As I continued to go over my broken past, the two policemen came back into the room. "Time to go back to the cell," they said, no emotion evident on their face. I stood up and followed them back to my cell. I saw how it was raining outside, reminding me of an incident with Aria...
