Lost in the Past

"I killed him." The words come tumbling out of his mouth, his voice trembling as tears start to make little rivers on his cheeks. "It was all my fault, he's dead because of me."

His shoulders shake with sobs, but all I can do is stare, my jaw hanging open. He killed his own boyfriend? I get that he's had a rough time, but his own boyfriend?
What will he do to me?

Jay clings onto his sketchbook as he desperately tries to explain himself through his misery and sniffling, but I don't hear a single word he says, everything meshing together in a blur. The trees, the steady roar of the waterfall, the birds, they all fade away.