AN: I'm still working on TO On the Streets, but this was a new idea that I got and wanted to get started on it ASAP. The first chapter is really short, please forgive me, but it is worth a read. Chapter two is done, just needs to be typed up. It will be up soon and is much longer.
People say hindsight is twenty-twenty, and they're right. You look back and it's obvious; the outcome of your actions, but it's not obvious prior to these actions, not visible at all. Maybe hindsight is twenty-twenty, but foresight is blind.
We were so oblivious, so naïve. We lived so freely, almost in our own reality. We had never experienced tragedy; we thought nothing could touch us. We were invincible. We were young, had little responsibility, had no worries.
I wish we could go back to the way we were, but I know that can never happen. There's no 'they' anymore. I'm all that's left, and I hate it. I hate myself for being here, for being alive. I wish I could at least go back to that morning, the biggest regret of my life.
She'd planned a party for her best friend. I had to work late. I told her. We argued. I left because I didn't want to fight. I told her this, but I didn't tell her anything else. I had told her every day until then, multiple times a day even, but not that day. I hate myself for hesitating, for standing outside the door, debating over whether or not to go back in. I hate myself for leaving without returning, for leaving the building without going back. I told myself I would call her at lunch, but I was busy and put it off. I never saw her again, never heard her voice, never got to say I love you.
AN: Again, sorry it's so short. Chapter two up soon. Did you like it? Do you know who it is? I needed to keep it short to keep you guessing. Please stayed tuned.