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I was thinking about him... He is my best friend. We were together since kindergarten. And she was there too. But he was MY friend, not her! I'm sitting in my room, blood have already dried on my hands... But guilt was getting stronger... I killed her... But that’s for us! Now every picture of past came back and were floating around me... What did I do??? Now simple realization was killing me--I killed her! ....

I was at the restaurant.. I had a bad day so just wanted to be alone... And as I remember, I was thinking about you, James. There were simple dream-thoughts... Right then I lost the line between reality and dream... I was so happy to think that you were in love with me..

Then... then I saw you and her- Together. She was smiling with her gorgeous smile, like she knew that I was there too and was watching you. I tried to keep calm. I took a newspaper and tried to hide. That’s made me feel like your wife... I don't know, James, I love you... Did I ever tell you that? If I didn't then I'm sorry... That’s what I thought at that moment. And i was there, watching and waiting... We were friends. I would happy to come over and to talk to you, guys, like we always did... But somehow it didn't feel right. She was smiling at ya... And you... you took her hand... My heart was breaking apart... What was going on?

After a while I couldn't stop myself... I went to your table. "Hi!" - I said, trying to look innocent. "What are you doing guys?" You looked at each other... "Well, not much"-you said. "Having a break from outside world"- she added. "Oh, I see... Can I join you?” "Sure."

After that supper we all went home. She left behind us. I asked you to come to my house... You’re agreed. Well... Then when you saw the pictures of us, and her, you became delighted... We talked about our long time friendship. And I said suddenly: "James. I love you". You looked at me for a minute and said: "I'm sorry. You’re my friend".. "She is your friend too!" -"She is more then friend" -you said and looked away. "I loved her for a long time"... My heart was broken.

Tears dropping down my cheek... Why did you say that you love her? Why? My hands were itching from the blood... I tried to scrub it off. But, even if I did scrub it off it wouldn't do anything'. The guilt was still there... And she was dead... Tomorrow you'll find it out... And you'll be hurt... 'Because of me…

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