I had told him about how I had killed his brother and how I'd killed mine. I was ready to strangle him. I had the cord wrapped around his neck. His last words he gurgled out were "I love you." Then he was gone. I pushed it off as a ploy to try and get me to save his life. Yet when I disposed of his body I couldn't shake the fact that he had meant it. When I was called to the scene to investigate the following morning… I actually cried. A part of me was sure he was lying, but I knew he hadn't. I killed the only person who loved me for all that I was. What the fuck had I done?