Why am I here? 

I ask myself this, scratching at my wrists. 

It's all my fault. 

I should have stopped her. 

I should have spoken up. 

I should have said something. 

But all I did was stand there. 

All I did was lie to her again and again, 

Telling her I loved her. 

But did I love her? 

I don't even know for certain. 

Is it possible to love someone

Once they've done something like that? 

Two years, almost three. 

That's how long it took me to take action. 

And my action was on the border of inaction. 

I ran, that's what I did. 

I ran away without a word of goodbye. 

Was that cruel of me? 

No, it's more than she deserved. 

She deserves to burn and rot. 

But what does that make of me? 

The person who stood by her side

And let her commit these horrid acts? 

I was trapped. 

But is that an excuse? 

There was no escape. 

Your parents offered you one. 

But I owe them too much. 

Excuses, excuses. 

It's not an excuse, it's a fact. 

What's a fact is you let it be done. 

Silence is violence, isn't that what you always say? 

So what say you and your violent acts? 

I... 

Silence. 

Just like old times.