I stopped my fists and looked at Jeff. How could it be because of me? He must be lying.
"Yes! It's all because of you, Alan! If it weren't for you, Mona wouldn't have given up her life willingly. It's all your fault! You're the real murderer!"
My head buzzed with Jeff's words. I began to recall that even before meeting Jeff, Mona's health seemed a bit off. But she always said it was because of the exhausting lab work, that she was just sleep-deprived, and that she'd be fine after catching up on sleep.
But her lab work was always busy, never any rest. I never asked what her lab was actually working on.
Mona never told me, and I just subconsciously ignored it.
"Jeff, you. . . "
"I. . . What do you mean, 'I'? You still don't get it, do you?
From the very beginning, you've been a walking disaster. Everyone you come into contact with ends up dead for one reason or another. It's because you're spreading contamination and ushering in the apocalypse. Mona didn't have the heart to kill you because she loved you. She begged them to spare your life, claiming you could be controlled. But look what happened!
You ended up killing the last person who ever loved you!"
"No! That's not true. How could I have hurt Mona? I would never harm her. I could never harm her. "
"Do you even realize it, Alan? Every person you've come into contact with has been consumed by the contamination you carry. If they don't die, they turn into mindless monsters. Mona chose to end her life as a human because she didn't want to become one of those creatures.
As for me, I stopped caring a long time ago. If it weren't for Mona, I wouldn't even be here. She saved my life, so if you want to take it, go ahead!"
"No, you're lying to me! You're all lying to me! Mona isn't dead. She can't be dead. "
I couldn't believe it that I was responsible for the death of the person I loved most, my best friend, my irreplaceable family, and my sunlight.
My head throbbed with pain, and the urge to strangle the man in front of me surged within me. He had to be lying.
Before I knew it, black mist began to seep from my body, solidifying as it gripped Jeff's throat with a deadly force. Just a bit more pressure, and Jeff would disappear from this world.
But his life was saved by Mona. If I killed him, Mona would be angry with me. She would ignore me for days. . .
I released my grip, and Jeff handed me a letter. It was a letter from Mona.