Even now, I can't seem to wrap my head around what I did. Was it reallly I that did it?
I have written down my story but not even using pen and paper to distance myself from it all, can I bring myself to write down everything. I'm to ashamed, I can't tell even myself the full truth, even now. I tried and tried... and still I couldn't give myself away, not until the story was almost over and the Lieutenant had it all in his hands.
Why? I suppose it's rather simple. It is not ladylike to murder. No, I am not proud.
But I can't really say I regret it either.
Framing Twilight was my mistake. Had I not...then perhaps...
Not that she didn't deserve it.
Harlot.
It all goes back to her, I suppose. My love. My life.
Sunset Shimmer.
I hated her. I loved her. No one but me should have her, No one but me deserved her.
And now no one could get her.
Into the night, I go... Alone. Goodbye. Thank you for watching.