The rain is coming down
harder now than when I’d started. I throw the shovel away somewhere
to my right before sitting down in the mud and patches of grass. I
stare at my blistered hands and watch as the rain cleans them of the
dirt, yet remains unable to wash away the guilt and knowledge of the
things I’ve done here tonight.
My breath is coming in
short, ragged bursts as the night’s exertion finally catches up
with me. I briefly contemplate lying on my back and inhaling the
water as it fills my mouth. While it would certainly make the events
to come easier, I probably shouldn’t make this a habit.
First, there’s something
which needs to be addressed. Even if I was smart enough to get away
with what I’ve done here tonight, I do not want to. Right now,
every second of freedom I have is borrowed at best and I’ve decided
to use that time to think of what it is I’m going to tell them when
they piece the story together with all the evidence I’ve left
behind.
That’s one of the worst
things about all this, I think. There is absolutely no legitimate
reason for my actions. You never hit me and were nothing but faithful
during the year we were together. In truth, you treated me better and
loved me more than I ever thought possible. I don’t know…maybe
that was the problem.
While watching the freshly
filled hole I placed you, the man I loved with everything I had, my
mind goes to the dark place. I imagine your hand bursting up through
the dirt to grab me and pull me under, or the earth itself opening up
to swallow me whole. At least that way we’d be together again.
The last thing you said to
me is still raw in my mind. We were having dinner, something I threw
together quickly, because it was late and I was too tired from work
to make anything extravagant. It was while we were quietly eating
next to one another at the bar when you looked at me with those eyes
I’ve always loved getting lost within and said, “Maybe we should
think about getting a table.” Then, for some reason, I just snapped
and …well, I guess you know the rest.
It doesn’t make any
sense, I know, and it’s also too late for apologies. I can hear
sirens somewhere in the distance and they’re getting closer, so I’d
better make this quick. I wanted to love you forever, honest I did,
but I was never sure how. Now that I have to live with what’s
transpired here tonight, I think I’ll finally be able to.
The sky has finally
stopped its weeping, but I’ve only just begun.
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