Why did I do this, why did I have to try and change his fate. Voices whisper in my head that it’s my fault, that I made his fate come true. After a few painful moments, I stand and start to walk. To where I don’t know, just away. I can’t go back to heaven I already burned that bridge.

I guess I’ll just walk. I’ll walk until I can no longer stand, I won’t stop unless the world under me is no longer.

I can do that right? Yeah I won’t mess up walking. This is my punishment, my retribution. I take one more look at the scene, I don't see his body. I'm grateful for that, at least I don't have to see what I made him. I take a deep breath and I keep walking, not stoping for anything or anyone. This is my fate

This is my punishment