Today I confronted your brother.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I needed to know why he blamed me.
It was your choice to leave.
It was their doing by pushing you away.
They made you hate yourself.
They made you want to quit.
They made you kill yourself.
So that's exactly what I told him.
He didn't like what I had to say.
He told me it was my fault.
That you never loved me.
That you only wanted to rebel against the family.
That I meant nothing to you.
That being with me was what made you end it all.
Maybe he was right.
YOU ARE READING
Gone.
Short StoryI loved you but you left me. You left me all alone in this world, but i'll see you again soon. (Written in 2016, just recently found it and decided to post)
