After we were found, we were rushed to the towns infirmary, where My Jill was nearly dead and wasn’t far behind. The found traces of poison in her system, which was traced back to her mother, who was arrested that very day.

But we were questioned to reach that conclusion, it took a long time, but what I heard was the cackled as they took her away. She could have killed us, she may have killed us, and she laughed.

We stayed in the infirmary for daysrecovering, and on nights we were alone I would climb into my Jills bed and talk to her, telk her our stories and our future. Tell her about plans we could make. And I would hold her tight, wishing and hoping she would be alright

One particularly cold night I was rubbing her hair and cradling her to me. “Do you remember the time we went swimming” I asked with a light chuckle. Jill sighed and nodded her head, nudging in closer to me. I told the story of the time we went swimming and our dresses were soaked, The time we climbed trees so high we could barely get down. I told stories until I realized she was asleep in my arms, and drifted off beside her.

Days passed and I slowly recovered, but my Jill, she seemed to be getting worse. Her cold frame shivering even in sleep. She could barely eat or speak and seemed weaker than ever before. I tried to tell the doctors but it seemed like they were hiding something for me.

That tuesday she seemed worse than ever and just wanted to be close to me, so I held her, and hummed, read her favorite book aloud and brushed her brown hair off her damp face. She said to me “Summer, I love you” and I said “I know me too” but I never really said it, and I will always regret it.

Wednesday morning was cold but dry I stretched and coughed. “Good morning love” I said as I rolled over , but My Jill was not in the bed beside me, and I began to panic. I went to a doctor who could only shake his head. “I am sorry summer” he murmered and walked the tail of his labcost bouncing with every step. I collapsed right there the white hospital gown sticking to me. I wanted to scream but nothing would come out. And I was discharged that day, because who cares that I just lost the love of my life.

I knew what I needed to do, So I went to the jail and told my Jill’s mother what happened, and she laughed. “It was supposed to be you summer, you were supposed to die” I took one step backwards then another as her laughter became more manic and her eyes were barely visible as her face scrunched up in amusement. “You know I never loved her anyway” she yelled “She didn’t deserve it” “Dont say that” I whispered “You are the one who didn’t deserve her” “She was the one who defied the rules” “By doing what? Loving me” “By loving you, by not loving a man, by not being who she was supposed to” She said coldly

I slammed the door behind me and walked to the park, numb but still full of emotion. I let my hair hide my face as I sobbed. The doctors told me she had a small burial service tomorrow. I knew i had to go. But I didn’t want to see her, not like that, because it was supposed to be me, not her . So I screamed and the birds flew from the trees, and that is when I realized, I can’t let anyone be safe and happy, not even the birds.

I found a small shop and spent all the money I had on an old black dress. I had no shoes, nor money to buy them, so I went barefoot. I arrived at the burial while the casket was still open, I went over to her and held her hand one last time, my warm tears dripping onto the lining of her coffin. A stranger pulled me back and they closed her casket, And I had to watch as they lowered the love of my life into the cold hard ground.

She deserved more than she was given, she deserved the world. And I have never moved on past that moment, for that was the moment I realized, I lost not only my secert rebellion but the love of my life, and because of me, she lost everything.