this morning #1629.
this morning, now that i knew that i wasn’t the only one who knew about the now-deceased man who’d tried to break into our home last summer, i’d weirdly achieved the release i was searching for when i came up with the idea for us to literally bury our pasts. it wasn’t like i killed the guy. dude did it to himself by sprinting off a cliff. i just didn’t tell the authorities that there’s a body at the bottom of the ravine. likely bones by now. last night, once the shock of the reveal wore off, i wouldn’t let my friends leave until they swore to keep it between us three. pointed out that there’s no need to get the cops involved. the gun’s all that’s left of that fateful day. if we leave the whole thing buried where it belongs, my future won’t be ruined.