“I love you,” I said. “I always will, don’t forget that.” His face was filled with shock. His stare seemingly empty. I initially felt a gilt tug at my stomach. “Do you here me?” I asked. I put my hand on his arm softly leading him back to the re world where I’m shure he would rather not be.

“You.. you what?!” He said. He pulled his arm back to himself and shuffled away from me. His hooked face burned into one of disgust. He wiped his arm with his hand and glared at it with one eye, and stared at me with another.

“I love you Mason.” I repeated. I looked at my shoes and picked the rock that happened to be on the sidewalk outside of a Dairy Queen. The streets where vacent and the street lamps flickered ominously.

“Why.” He asked. His voice was exasperated. I repeatedly scolded myself right there for telling him. I kicked my shin and looked back up after a minuet had passed.

“I love you because.. well, your you. I don’t really know,” I said. I let my eye veer down while my head remained facing him.

“Not why you love me, why you told me when I’m so happy?” He asked. “My life was perfect. I have a girlfriend and a good job. My apartment is good and my family is great. I had a best friend and you ruined it. Lily, why?” He asked. His words stung. He said he had a best friend. That was me.

“I.. I.. I.” I began.

“You.. you.. you.. you, you what, Lily. Tell me. You know I have always loved you but you told me no! You walked away from my love and know your here asking for it back! Your.. your.. your insane!” He screamed. His words stung. The burned through my heart and pinched my skin till it burned with a heat inexplicable.

“I love you. I’m sorry I’m not perfect and I’m sorry I changed my mind. I’m sorry. How many times do I have to say it. Will it take me ten just like it took you ten!” I screamed.

“Ten? What are you talking about!”

“You loved me ten years before you told me. I knew. I saw. I heard. I loved you those ten years but when you came to me I said no because you weren’t brave enough to tell me first. I might have taken time but it didn’t take me ten years to tell you o loved you. It took me a month. One month.” I screamed.

“Oh,” he said.

“Oh is right. I did something I’ll never not live with for you. You don’t get to yell at me and then just say oh, you don’t,” I yelled.

“What did you do?” His voice got louder.

“Is that really that important?” I said.

“What did you do,” he repeated.

“I killed a man,” I said.