A week passed since Violet's death. After I found her, that beautiful body no longer alive, I quit my job at the hospital. It was too painful. It still is. Every time I close my eyes I see her eyes, her hair, her lips... her wrists covered by blood. I just can't stop thinking that... maybe If had done something, she...
She left me a note on my locker before she did it. I wasn't able to read it then, I was afraid not being capable to bear it. But I had to read it. It was the only thing I had left of her.
I took the note and read. Tears were coming down my face.
Dear Steve,
I can't tell you how much I am sorry for what I did to you, for all the things I put you through. You were the only person who was there for me when I needed it most; I knew you would never leave me alone since that day you saved my life. I want you to know that nothing of what you did was in vain; you really helped me, Steve, even if it doesn't look like it. But honey, I'm so broken, that nothing in this world could save me from myself. I love you, but it's not enough. Even if I stay, I would never be happy anyway. I'm so sorry, I hope one day you can forgive me. But I realized my life will never be the same it was.
Love,
Violet.
I could have given you a new one. I would have given you a better life.
