She curst me for killing him.
I did not mind, till she minded the matter.
"Why do you bother yourself because of his death?"
"Because......."
"Because?"
"Because I'm responsible for him being killed."
"Why?"
". . ."
"I have killed him, not you. You are not responsible for him."
"No I am. And you'll understand it."
"Understand it? Whe-"
"I promise."
And maybe these were the last words I heard from her.
I killed another life.
And now I understand why she took in-charge of the murder I committed.
Because she felt just like I feel now.
Though I killed him, she took charge of the killing of her brother.
Though I have not killed her, I take the charge of my sister.
She kept the promise.
She made to me.
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