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oh Amelia

My knees are soaked from kneeling in the wet grass.

I pat the grave in front of me,

Silently reading the headstone.

I sigh.

It's only been week,

But it feels like a year.

"Amelia James: 2001-2017 Daughter, Niece, Friend."

If only you didn't have to go so soon.

We had so much to do together.

I hate that it had to end like this.

That you had to have an end.

The cut on my arm stings.

I grip it.

I have to admit,

I was quite surprised when you picked up the knife.

And when you lunged at me.

Hence why I now have a nice scar forming on my forearm.

But I acted on it.

Obviously.

That's why you're six feet under me right now.

You should've just listened to me, Amelia.

I know what's best for you.

I'm your best friend.

You should have listened to me.