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"I didn't kill him. If I really wanted him dead... I would have done it long ago."

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You were planning a wedding.
You still remember how Neil would spin you around the room, laughing out loud. He was a racer—crazy, living at the limit of speed. And you lived for him.

That dark day divided your life into "before" and "after." A terrible accident. Rumors instantly spread around the track: Neill was cut off on a dangerous turn. His car lost control and crashed into a pole. He died.

You tried to move on somehow. But the grief was stronger—you were simply rotting from the inside. And you knew exactly who was to blame.
Sam. His rival. A vile bastard willing to do anything for first place. You hated him with every fiber of your being.
And then, one day, he came.

You opened the door. Sam stood in the threshold, holding a box with Neill's things in his hands.

"Take it," he muttered. "We were cleaning out the boxes. I'm tired of tripping over his junk."

Rage flared in my chest.
"You could have just thrown it away," you replied. "You're used to trampling on other people's lives. Get lost."

He squinted.
"You think I pushed him out?" he chuckled. "Your Neill just overestimated himself. On the track, you need to think with your head, not pretend to be immortal. He screwed up on the turn because he was a weakling."

At that moment something inside you snapped.
You let out a pained cry and rushed at him. You grabbed his shirt with your fingers and began hitting him with all your might.

“Shut up! Shut up, you monster!” you screamed, landing blow after blow. “You killed him! You hated him from the first day! It’s your fault! Murderer! Bring him back! Bring him back!”

You expected him to grab your hands, get angry, and push you. But for the first time, Sam didn't move. He stood there, absorbing every blow. His lips were pressed tightly together, and there was no anger in his eyes—only a heavy, dull regret.

When your strength ran out, you simply pressed your forehead against his chest, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.
And suddenly I felt his hand gently land on your head.

"I didn't kill him. If I really wanted him dead... I would have done it long ago."