Alone
Discaimers:
Not mine, belong to DPB.
She had been alone. He hadn't been there.
She had been alone as it happened, had been left alone with her fear and pain.
He hadn't been there for her; she just… had been alone.
It had happened because she had been alone, if he had been there to…
She was dead now because he had left her alone. That guy had killed her because he knew she was alone.
If he had been there, that bullet would have hit him.
If she hadn't been alone, he would now hang around with her instead coming home from her funeral.
It was him who was responsible for everything. Him who had killed her - even if it had been indirect.
If he had once said what he really felt, she'd have died, knowing he loved her. If he hadn't denied what he knew was true, she would have stayed. She would still be with him, if he hadn't lied to her…
It was his fault.
HIS FAULT!
And because of him, she'd never smile that incredible smile of hers again. Never win another case against him, never argue with him, never say she loved him, never kiss him…
She was dead – gone, out of his life. And he couldn't do anything about it. Everything he had ever wanted was gone, now. And so was he.
Harmon Rabb Jr. pressed the gun against his temple and with one push of his finger against the trigger, he was gone, too. Gone in the same way his love went away.
The only thing he left behind was a note:
"I hope I'll meet you, Sarah. I love you."
The end