They praised me as a hero that night. My triumph was shouted from every mouth in tones of jubilation.
None of them saw me for what I was, for the atrocity of my victory.
None except you.
Perhaps, after all these years spent in regret and guilt, I will find some solace in the return of the only one who can see my crime for what it was.
No matter how many times I read this, it always makes me sad, but always puts a small smile on my face. The story is wonderful, sad, painful, but wonderful.
You are a far better writer than I am, and I wish you would write more.
Thank you But I probably won't be putting any of my writing here for a while, sorry.