AUTHOR'S NOTE!~ I'M SORRY, THIS IS KINDA BLAH.

Preface.

As I run through the rain, I realize what I have done to hurt him. I hurt him by saying I loved him. How could saying 'I love you' hurt someone? I don't know but I said it and it hurt him. It hurt him enough to try and kill himself. As I keep thinking, I run faster and cry harder. I ignore the stares from people as I run by them. I can't stop because my chasers will catch me. I squeeze my eyes tight and demand my legs to take me farther and faster. I try to si ng a happy song in my head, bu every song reminds me of hm. So instead, I just count down the seconds before i drop dead. . .8. . .7. . .6. . .

"KARSIN! Please, just stop running!" Sidney, one of my chasers, call out.

DAMN! I stop counting and focus on my destination. HELL.

"Come on, Karsin! It's not your fault!" Ian, my other chaser, hollers.

That does it. I stop running and whip around, making my hair cover my face, and land face to face with Sidney and Ian. I dig my nails into my palms as I clench my fists.

"How is it NOT my fault?" I scream an octave higher than my usual voice.

"Karsin, you aren't the reason why Tyl-"

"Don't say his name!" I cover my ears tightly as I fall to my knees. "Please. Don't. I'm not worthy of hearing his name." I cry harder aas I recognize a pair of shoes I didn't want to see. His brother. Brently. He bent down in front of me and placed his hands over mine and removed them from my ears.

"Karsin. . .you may think it's your fault, but it's not. Don't say it is," Brently tried to reassure me.

I looked at Brently. More than I normally do. I realized that he had two perfect dimples on both sides of his cheeks. His color a soft rosy pink from running after me. His hair a soft yet dark black. His eyes a midnight blue. His nose like a statues. His eyelashesthat curl just right. His lips curved into an uneasy line. An exact copy of his brother. Only bigger and older.

"Karsin, please know that you weren't the one. Some people may say it is. IT'S NOT. Don't listen to them." He slid his fingers between mine.

"But it IS my fault! It's ALL my fault! I did it! I made Tyler try to commit suicide!" I yelled as I yanked my hands free and stood up. "I'm sick and tired of people saying it's not my fault! JUST to make me feel better!" I turn on my heels and run right into the arms of the person I love.

"K-Kar. . .sin. . .it's. . .n-not your f-fault," he said as he fell over on top of me.

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