Vincent

Two - Deception

No.

"W-Why...?"

No.

"W-Why are you..."

It's not because of happiness.

Tears fell on my cheeks. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?!"

I remembered the things that happened earlier: The explosion, the gunshots, Teresa, the little girl...

The little girl who was shot just before my face.

I tried to sit up, "You killed the people in the bank!" but I can't. "You killed the girl!" So I ended up lying on the floor again. "You!!!"

He just stood there, poker faced, with his hands tucked inside the pockets of his hoodie. He just watched me with his ocean blue eyes.

I turned and leaned on my right arm. Sweat and tears filled my face. "You murderer!"

My friend,

"You...!"

in high school.

A murderer?

The things I wanted to say, I just couldn't say it. I lay back on my back and cried.

The image of the four of us flashed to my mind. The four of us, laughing, copying notes from each other, playing games, etc. We were so happy.

So, so happy.

I just cried until my chest hurt. I couldn't breathe anymore. My chest felt so painful.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and stared at the wooden ceiling above me. I inhaled and exhaled, then shook my head. "I can't believe it. I..." I sighed. "I can't believe you..." My voice trailed off.

"Killed the girl?"

I shook my head closed my eyes. "Shit."

"I won't say sorry, you know."

"How could you..." I almost whispered.

"You wouldn't be able to see that if you didn't come."

I remembered Teresa.

"You wouldn't be able to see everything."

"I..." I fought the urge not to let out a sob. "I accompanied a friend."