"Emma, you have to let him go, so that we can bury him." Aiden said, squatting at that precise moment of his speech close to Emma who had refused to let Casper go. She clung unto his dead body, not still believing that she had killed someone, and worse, her brother. Yes, he had been her brother, and he had still loved her despite his act of betrayal. She understood now that his painful kicks against her ribcage had been a desperate act for survival, having known even then, that she wasn't the Emma he had known and loved. She still blamed herself, and Derek for the death of Casper.
Derek will pay. She thought, repeating the statement over and over in her head like a mantra, such that she paid no heed to what Aiden was saying. Putting Casper into the ground would make his death so real. She wasn't sure she was ready for that. She wasn't sure she was ready to be termed a murderer.
