The aftermath of death is never a pleasant one. But when you are the one forced to kill 13 people, including your own mother, it haunts you for the rest of your life. It leaves you broken until someone comes to pick up the pieces...

“Don’t cry love. It’s not your burden to bear.” He pulled away, looking me in the eyes seriously. I paused for a moment, then embraced him tighter and kissed him fervently once more. "You made it my burden when you said you loved me." -excerpt-