I Didn't Mean To Kill Her

“I didn’t mean to kill her.”





June 24, 1936





It was a beautiful morning. I made myself a cup of strong coffee, without anything in it, just coffee. Ate my breakfast and went to the shower. I rode my bike to school because I was running late and I even forgot my jacket.





“Hi Alex! How’s your morning?!” Ugh, Jessica is always annoying in the morning, I always thought that she might have eaten a lot of sweet every morning. But every morning, she always has a different look. Today she’s wearing ripped jeans with red flannel. “It’s still boring, as always”.





She was asking a lot of question about me and everything every freaking day. She could almost ask me ‘How many times do I poop every day.’





“Alex I have something to tell you, please don’t be angry.” Jessica said “Jessica, were best friends since kindergarten. I know sometimes—I mean every time but I care about you. But what are you trying to tell me?” We were looking at each other’s eyes. “I liked you Alex—I loved you since we were in kindergarten.” I was in shock with her confession. What am I going to do now? Do I accept her confession? “Jessica, you know I loved you but that love are just for friends.” She walked away with teary eyes. On that day I didn’t mean murder her, emotionally.