I stretched my hands to stop her but she was gone.
I waited to see if she would look back but she had crossed the lawn.
She shouldn’t have known.
It wouldn’t matter anyways.
We already parted ways.
I would do it again, just for her to live a happy life.
She would have died if I didn’t **** him.
She would have suffered the same fate I did.
Maybe she will be back when she knows.
By then, I’ll be long dead in the snow.
Tell her that her husband was a devil.
Tell her the one she loved was pure evil.
He would have *****, battered her children like he did me if I didn’t **** him.
She might never grieve for me.
I hope she finds it in heart to forgive me.
Tell my sister that i love her.