It was midnight. The darkness was almost blinding, but the silence I gently broke with a rustle of the pebbles as I walked towards her white marble headstone. I was here again, sneaking in, to once more say sorry. Maria Julia Browne died on the 14th July 1996, young and beautiful.
“ I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh you meant it kid, you meant to kill my kid,” said a voice I once knew well.,
I turned to say I didn’t, that I was a child too, that I didn’t understand, but a bullet hit me between my eyes.
I fell upon his daughter’s grave. I whispered to her for the final time.
‘‘I’m sorry, through life, through death, I will always be sorry.’’
“Get off her grave you rat, you fucking rat.”