Alden slowly walked back towards the dormitory.
It was late at night. He walked by the buildings, supporting himself on the buildings. His legs trembled, and he felt nauseous.
With each step he took, pictures of Linda appeared in his mind. Linda in her last moments, at her last breath. He killed her.
Thud!
He collapsed on his knees.
"Aghh..." He cried. Tears flowed down his face. "Bleaahh..." He could not hold it in and vomited.
He tried standing up but could not. He had no resolve. He wanted to lay here for eternity, to forget everything.
"Why? Why did this happen?" He cried while muttering to himself, leaning on the building behind him.
"What is wrong with them? They said she was innocent, yet they shifted all the blame to her. What is wrong with me?" He looked at his trembling palms covered in dried blood. "How did this happen? I killed her. I...I didn't want to...What even happened?"
