I didn't mean to kill him.
It was a simple fight, not even one in which we were upset with each other, which wasn't rare. Rhys and I had been friends since preschool. We'd fought together before, rolling around on the floor of my family home until my dad split us apart. Those were the good old days.
And now, those days are over. Because I killed my best friend.
I hadn't even hit him in a spot that would kill him. I even double-checked after he collapsed on the ground, his eyes rolled back in his head. He had no pulse, which lead me to the conclusion that I killed him on accident.
But, was it an accident?
