I feel like it's my fault. He was killed by his mate.

They were in an abusive relationship, and they broke up. I met him after they had split, and I fell in love with him.

He constantly talked with me how he missed his ex, and, I would have done anything to see him smile.

And I did. I talked to his ex. I spent time, sending their feelings for eachother, to eachother. Getting them to see they missed eachother.

I stopped his ex from suing him, I talked them out of it, worked so hard to keep them from lashing out at eachother.

I didn't know I was offering up a guy I adored to be killed.

Gods, it's my fault he's gone....

I loved him so much. I would have done anything he asked of me... He meant so much to me. Even if I wasn't much to him.

So, I fixed their broken relationship, without seeing all the details. Without knowing all the abuse...

I encouraged them to go to therapy, to talk things out. I was so glad to see him smile again. To see him happy, it meant the world to me...

I wish I had died, not him, not how he suffered...

Gods, he was, just, everything to me. And when he asked me to delete all the times we spent together, to keep his boyfriend happy, I did. I gave up all the memories, to make sure he'd be happy.

And now, he's dead, from his boyfriend.

All I can do is blame myself....