I can't believe you would do that to me. I won't believe it. I saw it. I saw you let go. I felt you fall, fall, fall, fall into the river. I felt the pain against your back as you hit the river's surface. I felt the icy cold water fill your lungs. The blackness, the death. It hurt me. It hurt me so very much. It still hurts. But you did it. I saw you. I saw them lean down to help you. They wanted to help you. But you let go. I saw you. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why did you leave me like this? You know I can't live without you. I could barely live with you. You are my life. Were my life. Are my life. And you know it. Knew it. I can't feel you anymore. You're not with me. I don't feel grief. I don't feel pain. I don't feel anything. There is nothing to feel. There is only emptiness. Nothing else. I only felt you. Without you there is nothing. No. There is something. There is anger. There is hatred. I hate them. All of them. The ones who offered their hands. The ones who weren't there to do so. I hate them all. I hate every single person who did not stop your fall. Each and every one of them. They are the ones who killed you. I saw you let go. You meant to let go. But you didn't mean to die. You couldn't have meant to die. I won't believe you could do that to me. I can't believe it. They killed you. All of them. And I shall see them suffer for it. I shall see them destroyed.