No good deed goes unpunished...

I keep waiting for this giant storm to wash us all away, but it never does. I'm stranded here with nothing more to say, because really, everything has already been told, except the secret of how it all came to be. Perhaps that is what needs to be done. Perhaps I'm finally ready to tell. But who do I go to? The authorities? My family? My friends? No one would understand, no one would be able to forgive. The time for redemption has passed and with it a new dawn has broken, carrying winds of past mistakes, betrayals and death...

You know, when you decide to keep something to yourself, just for a little while, just so you can recollect yourself. But then months go by and still nobody knows. A year passes and suddenly it feels like maybe you could simply forget. Then half a decade later, you start feeling this uneasy sensation - guilt. You try to suppress it and sometimes you can even succede. But try as hard as you might, it will just keep growing, until one day, you can't live with yourself anymore. And when that day comes, you realise that so much time has passed that it's too late to tell the truth, but knowing that doesn't make the pain go away, it just makes it bigger...

So I guess this is it. We share no more words, because after all this time we are still strangers, who struggle to define ourselves. We share no more thoughts, because we were never truly one. But it is this very secret that will connect us forever and in the end it is this secret that will doom us both...