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It was definitely an accident. That's what it was, so why do I feel an unbearable guilt from it after all of these years? Maybe it's because I was having fun while they were falling into the transparent blue that melted their skin right off. Or maybe because I sat there and stared at the water without moving or even feeling a bit of remorse. Maybe it's because I made no attempt to save her. Whatever it was, I hate it. I hate it so much, I will make as many excuses as I can. So many, I am not even sure what is and isn't an excuse.
These excuses would be things like I was too young to understand.
Yet I was old enough to understand they were going to die.
I couldn't do anything to help.
I could have told someone instead of standing there like an idiot.
I thought she would fall onto wood, not water.
I knew the risk of falling in though.
These excuses were absolutely futile, and in the end made me feel worse about myself knowing I was now a murderer. Regardless of my deep hatred to those "things", I am one of them at the end of the day. I killed my best friend with a simple push. I pushed the wonderfully extroverted girl that was Claro into the water and the only thing that came out was a short black sundress and the bracelet that I wear to remember her by. She died in her favorite dress, playing with her favorite person, and doing what she did best. Lighting up the entire world. I regret that day so much, I have no place to grieve though, I was the one who ruined the day after all.
(Written by Bloope, ideas+characters created by Ever)