There was no way I could have stopped her doing it. I realised that after what happened. It is against my will that I write this now but I shall be damned if I don't.
It all started in the night of the 21st February 1991. Alice was sitting by the tree where we carved our names in. She was crying and was desperately trying to undo the knot to her bracelet I gave her. I followed her. I was watching her from the lake and making sure that she couldn't see me.
At first I ran after her to apologise for what I have done. I followed her into the park and later thought I should wait and see what she would do. It was a stupid idea and I regretted it the instant I made the decision not to approach her just yet. When she sat by the tree it was to late to go and sit by her I thought, so I kept my distance. A cold wind seemed to make my back stiff and the hair stand straight when I suddenly heard her crying. I was starting to shiver and I looked up to the full moon trying to figure out what I should do. I was feeling so helpless. I thought this was it. Another apology wouldn't do it this time. I lost her.
I listened to her cry for a while whilst I tried to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I was confused and very scared.
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