Misled

What did you say to the dead boy?

You whispered something. Don't lie.

Blood trickled onto tar and you are left standing there...shocked? Sad? Indifferent?

Indifferent. I thought so. You feel neither guilt nor remorse. It's like you planned the death of this child whose eyes are now empty and devoid of essence.

But the music plays in heaven - and the child looks down to see you still on earth - still mortal - and that's what you deserve to be for the rest of your life. Unfortunately for this child, whose hand you once held, and misled onto a busy road, he will forever remember you and want you to cuddle him for you are his father who he loved in life and now can only hate in death.

"I won't let you go"