We're often told that everything happens for a reason. That someone or something is planning everything out and that it will end up okay in the end. I don't really believe that sentiment, even as comforting as it sounds.
I believe that we are masters of our own destiny, that our choices are what makes the ending, not some all powerful higher up in the sky. That's why this is all so damn frustrating: This is my fault.
It's my fault that your beautiful smile will never light up a room again. It's my fault that your musical laugh won't be heard anymore. It's my fault your gone. I can't blame this on a god.
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FanfictionWarning: This is going to sound like I'm trying to say something about gay people or I'm stereo typing them, but this is based on something that happened to someone that I was acquainted with. I'm simply using this to kind of honor their memory. Als...
