I went to her funeral today.
I went to her funeral today.
It's only been a few days, but to me it feels like years.
Having to tell the police what happened in the bathroom, over and over again.
Having to tell David and Joyce that I was there and that I was powerless to do anything.
Having to watch as Jefferson and Nathan were taken out of the school in handcuffs for their crimes against Arcadia Bay.
Having to watch as Kate told her story to police, having the courage that I didn't have.
Kate was strong,
David was strong,
Joyce was strong.
As for me I was weak. Nobody understood what Chloe gave up, what sacrificing her meant. Nobody would believe me if I told them about my powers.
Speaking of my powers, it seems that they've disappeared. I'd wonder where they had came from in the first place. But it seemed after I had made my choice to stay behind that wall that day, I no longer could turn back time.
Maybe this was the universe saying, that my choice was final. That there were no more chances.
I had made the choice, I made the choice to let her die.
Was I more responsible for her murder, then Nathan who held the gun, then Jefferson who looked over him, then his family who pushed him over the edge and refused to help?
To everyone else, I was the friend who left for five years and couldn't even be bothered to write a letter, who came back and couldn't even pay a visit for two months.
To everyone else, I was the friend who cried over her death even though I'd never helped her.
To everyone else, I was the coward.
I am a coward.
Climbing that hill, that day. I was scared. I couldn't help but feel the pain in every step. This was me saying goodbye to someone who I had fought so hard against fate to keep by my side.
She was my partner in crime.
And I'd let her die.