I knew it was over

¿It's my fault?

I pick up her cold body, and take her down to the lake, it's a foggy night, i sit her down at a log

Our log

The one we would sneak out to

The one where I told her I liked her

The one where we had our first kiss

The one we would met at every night and share secrets

If I told her the secret of my dad would this be different?

If I told her would she be awake ?

God I should have told her

I feel so guilty

I hate myself.

I move to sit at the river bank, i lie there and curle up to willow

Crying

The whole night