Andrew stood in front of his sister's grave. It was a little past midnight and the night was silent and dark. The stars outside weren't shining as bright as they had been earlier that evening.
For some reason, the night sky described his misery perfectly.
It had been months since he had last visited his sister. But tonight, tonight he just had to. In a way, it was almost as though he was finally confronting his past. Much of his misery stemmed from his sisters actions.
Andrew blamed three people for his sister's death: his parents, his wife and most of all, himself.
He didn't hate anyone as much as he hated himself.
That was because he couldn't help but feel like he had failed. He had failed his parents. He had failed his sister. And he had failed his wife.
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