I woke up and realized I slept in. We had a day off. I got up and tripped over something. I got up and looked at who I tripped over. I saw Richard laying in a ball. I picked him up and put him in bed. What did I do to him last night. I got the first aid kit and took care of him.
I was sitting at the end of the bed and I was looking at the pictures on my camera. I saw the pictures that Richard took. I then remembered what happened. I then hated myself for what I did to him.
I was lost in thought when I heard crying. I turned to see Richard was awake and he was crying. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Richard, I am sorry."
"No, you are not."
He got up and stormed out of the room. I sat down and wrote a letter. I put it in Richard's hoody pocket. I hoped one day he would find the letter.
