We were quietly sitting on a swing by the beach. My head on his shoulder and his arms around me. I basked in the comforting silence but I knew something was wrong. I raised my head and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked, touching his cheeks.
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, "I'll be fine."
I frowned and pulled away, his arms fell to his side. "Derek, that was not the answer to my question. What's wrong?"
And then I saw a tear slip, "I was coming from Nancy's funeral."
My breath stopped, "Is it the Nancy I know or someone else?"
He shook his head sobbing now, "She died yesterday. Walter triggered it."
I slipped from the chair and slumped on the grass.
"The guilt killed her," he added.
It was my fault. It was all my fault. I quickly stood and ran towards the ocean. I should end this now. I only brought pain to people who knew me. My feet was already in the water when I felt strong arms hold me in place. I struggled against the grip.
