What Lies in My Past
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I tried to smile. â€œThank you,â€ I said taking the envelope. She nodded before walking toward her car. I closed the door and locked it, before walking up the stairs, down the hall and into my bedroom. For a while I sat on my bed staring at the envelope.
After a bit of mental preparation and a few deep breaths, I began to tear the envelope. Inside was a piece of lined paper, which had a handwritten message.
Iâ€™m sorry. I regret leaving you every moment, and I just canâ€™t apologize enough. Please, just try to find it in your heart to forgive me. I canâ€™t live without your forgiveness, just like I canâ€™t live without you. I have to do something, and I donâ€™t want to do it. I canâ€™t explain now, but I will. Iâ€™ll explain it all. But for now, just remember, thereâ€™s a reason that they retrieved my body.
I read the letter again. The last sentence stuck with me the most. â€œItâ€™s not possible,â€ I thought. I was angry, angry at myself. I actually had hope that he may be alive, and I didnâ€™t want to have hope. I didnâ€™t want to go by thinking that there is a chance that he is still out there right before the verified his death. Again, I looked over the letter.
Even if he was out there, why would he fake his own death?