Chapter 25. The Past

I stand crying, unsure of what to even say. I am messing up everything in my life, and no matter what choice I make, it's the wrong one and it leads to Dario getting hurt.

"I'm sorry, don't cry. I didn't mean to shout," he says and his arms wrap around me. I want to find comfort in his embrace but I feel evil right now for everything. I got sucked into my own world and didn't once ask him how he felt about the entire thing.

"I'm not crying because you shouted, Dario!"

"You wouldn't speak to me, little rabbit. I tried, and you wouldn't."

"Because I hated myself, Dario! Had I not had that fucking birthday party, it wouldn't have happened. Guess what else wouldn't have happened? You running him over with the car, Dale wouldn't have happened. I fucked everything up." My head drops, and I cry.

"You're not to blame, little rabbit. It could have happened anytime while out shopping or anything else. You stop fucking blaming yourself, it