Crimson slowly back away from me.
"You did what?" she asked weakly.
"It was an accident..."
"How can killing someone be an accident?! YOU KILLED HER. YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND! HOW COULD YOU?!" She ran back through the open door and out of sight.
Why did I tell her? WHY THE HELL DID I TELL HER?!
I pulled out a teeny little box. In a fit of rage, I threw it across the yard- further than I intended.
I walked back into the kitchen, pulled out one of the chairs and sat heavily in it. I rested my head in my hands, remembered about the wound in my head, picked up the First Aid Kit and headed to the bathroom.
Unfortunately we hadn't gotten the downstairs one fixed, and the other one I had to pass our bedroom, where Crimson was.
As I passed our bedroom I could hear her crying her heart out.
She hadn't cried like that since she lost Ebony.
I couldn't even comfort her.
It was because of me that everything was going so far downhill at such a fast pace.
I decided something then and there.
I would fix my head, then get Ebony back.
And for Crimson, I'd do that every day, if it meant she was happy.
If it meant that her life would be perfect.
I've made mistakes in my life.
The biggest one was hurting Crimson.
I didn't just want Crimson to be in my life.
I needed her.
I couldn't live without her.
I would die for her because
I loved Crimson.
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Supernatural Takeover
RomantikWhat happens when the Celtic witch of evil- Carman- wants to ruin you and your partner's lives? And your dead best friend is in on her plans? Find out in Supernatural Takeover, A Romantic horror about a woman, her boyfriend and her best friend when...
