"It.... it was.... my fault?" he whispered, putting together the pieces that made a picture he hadn't wanted to see. How.... how could it be his fault? He had tried so hard, was trying so hard to...

No... wait... if it was his fault.... then he could... he could just... not do whatever he did, right? He could stop the accident from happening, he could be by her side and see her safely through. He had to save her. Had to.