How Could I?

This is so beautiful! I thought.

No. It is not. Things cannot be beautiful. A voice hissed.

Why not? I asked confused.

Because beautiful things make you happy. You do not deserve to be happy. The voice thoguht vehmently.

I was sitting on the edge of a small cliff over looking the river. The sun was setting. I knew I shouldd be getting back now. The voice was right… I didn;t deserve to see such a beautiful thing. Not after what I did. I should never be happy again.

I walked home in the growing darkness. Why did I even go there? It was a place just like that where it all happened…

You wanted to see if I was still with you. That is why you went back, mmy dear. The voice said, almost teasingly. And, just like I promised, I am still here.

Why don’t you just leave me! I feel guitly enough, you know that!

Because, my dear, I am not finished with what you must do for me.

I will not do any more of your dreadful things!

Oh, but you will!

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