I know. I didn't tell him the truth. I lied.
But I couldn't tell him the truth. How could I tell him that the two people he loved were hurt by him to an extent where they wanted him dead. Even if it wasn't in a proper state of mind. I didn't want the truth to be out for his sake. For him to see it was Hillary who signed that piece of paper, it was Hillary who put them in the pills.
She drank a lot that day. So did I. But that was no excuse for what we did. Thomas could have died. But Hillary did. My due was yet to come. But I deserved it. I couldn't escape it.
I walked to my room, I was really exhausted. I changed into a pair of pj's, washed my face and tied my hair into a bun. It was all over.
I still couldn't stop thinking about everything. I was doing the right thing, wasn't I?
Thomas needed to confess. He needed to. For his sake. He cannot know that it was Hillary. It would ruin everything. It would break him down to pieces.
I went back into my room, tired. It was early but once my eyes closed, everything seemed so far away.
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Gizem / GerilimA suicide or a murder? Who, how and why? Love is beautiful. But it can make you do things you would have never done otherwise. It can break a person down, shatter them into a million pieces. But it also has the capacity to build them up again. It ca...
