A Fatal Obsession

My dearest Eva, I'll never send this letter. I know just like the rest of them, it will just be added to the growing pile that I write to you or probably in the fire on Christmas Eve. My heart yearns to send them all to you but I do not know the address to heaven. I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this particular letter to you_because unlike the rest of them this one is a failure_but then I don't think I'm sure of anything anymore. The only thing I'm sure of right now is that I've failed you. My only assignment was to avenge your murder, to make him pay for causing you so much pain till death. What have I done? I failed you sis. How do I explain to you that I don't deserve to be called a sister of yours. Yesterday, He proposed to me. The same man who caused your death. Same man who killed you. This is what I have always wanted, what I prayed for for the past three years. To get noticed by him, to get close to him and to kill him. Now, look at me, see what I have reduced myself to. At this point Kimberly was crying, her tears soaking the letter and her hands shaking. She had failed her sister_or so she thought. I've fallen for the man who murdered my sister. At this point she couldn't go on, her heart was heaving so fast, it felt so heavy. “I am sorry,” she yelled out and clutched her chest. As she cried her eyes out, she wondered whether to end her life or end the life of the man who had murdered her sister. Ending her life felt easier than ending his, he was the love she never had nor felt. He was responsible for the only happiness she's known and felt all her life. How can she kill someone so honest, someone so pure, so innocent, so sweet__ but in all, he had killed her sister. All my love Yours truly Kimberly . As she dropped the pen, she was determined to end everything so quietly, she would be gone. Nobody would notice.