Nothing We Can Do, But Why?
I got a call from Alice about Vincent being dead in the house we used to share, burned and destroyed to the ground. I didn't expect this to happen and for Vincent to end his own life just because of all this?
Is it my fault that I didn't give him a second chance?
I know it's not entirely his fault, and I shouldn't have completely walked away from him without telling him we could be friends without being husband and wife again. But it was too late, Vin was gone. He's no longer here.
Imagining him being alone in a house full of our memories, consumed by a huge fire in his final moments must have been very painful. I didn't understand why he had to do all this, but it was enough to make me feel very guilty.
When I first heard about his death, I was speechless and I was so shocked that I didn't even expect this to happen. The man I've known for six years, the man who was my husband and we spent our days together is gone and it's all my fault.