I watched the boy across the room, head in his hands, unmoving from his spot on the chair.
He was making no noise, maybe his pride wouldn't allow him to sob in front of officers as they asked me questions.
I didn't want the answers to be true.
"Were any of you involved in a romantic relationship with Violet?"
"Yes, Clyde was." I say without emotion, motioning to him.
The officer nodded his head, marking something on the clipboard.
"Any conflicts before the accident?"
I gulp. I really didn't want to be here right now. I didn't want this to be happening. I was so fucking stupid.
I just wanted to leave and never come back, but I couldn't do that to Clyde, He already lost one friend..
"Yes.." I answered quietly.
"Of what nature?"
God, Why me.
Clyde didn't move, his shoulders shaking at random intervals. He was listening to his own thoughts which were obviously more important.
"Violet and Clyde had a fight. They might have broken up." I answered as neutral as I could possibly pretend to be.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
He continued with the usual questions, My name, My relationship with Violet, all that shit.
They asked Clyde questions as well, because he couldn't answer for himself.
When they left, Clyde was still on the chair, shaking heavily now, choking sounds escaping from under his hands.
I think about Violet for awhile, as I watch Clyde. He really loved her, and I would really miss Violet.
But I loved Clyde as well, and I would grieve with all my heart for Violet, and for the piece of Clyde she took with her.
I would try to make this right. I would try as hard as I could, starting by fixing Clyde.
I went over to him, helped him up, and half carried him up the stairs. He followed submissively, still shaking.
I opened the door to his bedroom, put him in his bed, tucked him back in. He went in without resistance, he needed to be alone.
I walked out, turning out the light, shutting the door.
I sat down and thought about the poor boy, the one who smiled when i said his name, and complained when I called him Little Clydey.
The one who told me happily about how Violet liked him back,
the one who stared at me from across the room even though he knew it was wrong, now he was in his bed, shaking.
It was my fault. I should have just said no, I should have been more careful.
Now Violet was dead..and Clyde was too.