Drips of rain rolling down the glass window, racing towards the bottom of the window pane. I chew on the end of my sleeve nervously as I watch. My jet black bangs getting in the way of my red aching eyes from crying so hard.
"Let it go. There was nothing you could do." Comes a voice from behind me. I automatically recognize it. Damon.
"Damon, he died because of me! What am I going to do ..? He was my best friend. You know how many people are going to be after me now?!" I scream and cry at the same time. I roll into a ball on the floor. Damon comes and wraps his arms around me and whispers comforting words. Of course it didn't help.
I finally come to realization the next morning. It wasn't my fault James died. Everything happens for a reason.
Lesson - Not everything is always your fault
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