Psyche's POV
"You are the reason why your sister died," Canary shoved the knife into my hand.
"If you're sorry—kill yourself."
I am shaking terribly while holding the knife. Tears kept flowing down my face, and I couldn't dare to stop them from falling. The last memories of the dying Miriam in my lap replayed in my head several times. Her weak smiles. Her goodbye. Her pain.
Does killing myself ease the guilt in my heart?
"Kill yourself!" she demanded.
I glance at Canary and meet her hateful stare. She was glaring at me as if I was her prey and she was my predator. Her eyes speak so much of what she wanted to happen and her eagerness to want me dead.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I faintly asked.
I am her friend—best friend. Why do we need to be involved in this more painful mess?
