Dear God {completed}

#32

Dear God,

I can hear Jesse.

He's telling me that it wasn't my fault.

That I didn't kill my sister.

That I'm not a murderer.

I am not a murderer.

He's telling me he loves me regardless, and that what happened to my sister wasn't my fault.

It was an accident and it's in the past.

I so badly want to hug him and never let go.

But I can't.

I can't reply.

Because sleep is dragging me under

Love,

Mackenzie