I'll never forgive you. I wish I could say I didn't know why I followed you, but that would be a lie. It was those beautiful eyes. Those beautiful cold eyes. I was always a sucker for beautiful eyes.
I saw those eyes, then the smile, then the beckoning hand. I followed, not knowing what I would leave behind. I ignored the warnings. I followed.
You touched me and I never noticed it wasn't like his touch. Not a caring, loving touch. A cold sinister touch. I remember shivering, but I told myself it was the wind. I was ensnared in those eyes.
The broken promises. The lies. The cruel laughter. All held in those eyes until they were released on me.
I had trust, but I ignored it. I had faith, but I pushed it away. I had love… but I rejected it. All for those cold eyes full of lies I had mistaken for truths. Hatred I had mistaken for love.
I shall forever carry those scars you inflicted upon my heart.
But now, I have no trust, in myself or others. I have no faith no one else will do what you did. I have no love because I rejected it, and it died.
I remember going to his house to ask him to forgive me. His parents were gone and he didn't answer. I didn't blame him.
It was all too quiet. I tried the door, and it opened. I crept to his room and pushed open the door. I remember the tears, the pain when I saw him lying there.
Now as I lay here, in the middle of another cold night, I know it was my entire fault. My hand silently slides across the nightstand until I feel the cold metal under my fingers.
           …And I know I can never forgive myself.