All I wanted to do was save them.
Save their lives.
Let them live.
I knew it would hurt. Them more than me, most likely. After all, I could keep tabs on them, watch them from the shadows. I knew where they were, if they were safe.
But they would never have the same benefits.
They would lose their daughter.
Their sister.
Their best friend.
They would all lose me.
For the rest of their lives.
A ghost.
An old memory.
A tragedy of a girl gone too young.
But I wasn't gone. I was still alive.
They just couldn't know.
And for that, for making them suffer.
Making them grieve.
For that I will never forgive myself.
No matter the lives I've saved.