Once. She only had to do it once. She only had to do it once for it to cost someone their life.
Did she dare risk it? She shouldn't. She had no other choice.
She looked down. Down, deep into the water. The water that might kill him.
Was it cold? Would the cold kill him before she could call for help? She had no idea.
Why was she doing this? Was it for revenge? Was it the eyes, always watching, always judging?
She hated those eyes. They were forcing her to do this.
She looked up. Up, into those chocolate eyes. His scared eyes, which begged for help.
She couldn't help.
Once. She only did it once. She only pushed him once.
It cost him his life.
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