It wasn’t easy. I knew this would happen, but that doesn’t mean it was _easy_. In fact, it was probably the hardest thing I’d had in a decade. He was there, and then he was not.

Alexander portrayed himself as sweet. And, for a while, I would have agreed. However, slowly but surely, he would show signs of manipulativeness, dishonesty and carelessness.

I’ll always remember the promise he made when we were younger.

_“I’ll never hurt you. I promise you have nothing to fear.”_

That was how I remembered it, but who knows, maybe it was a bit more childish. But the word _fear_. The word was there, the fear was not. Not when we were children. But now so many people fear him.

He was gone now. He hurt me.

I’d always thought pinky promises were for _real_, you know? Yet, he made one and look where it had gotten me.

Maybe, one day, I won’t fall for his stupid tricks and actually believe him.

Maybe, one day, he’ll come back.

But that day, he won’t see me. Because his promise killed me.

He’ll see the blood on his hands, he’ll see me in my coffin like he put my sister in, and maybe he’ll finally see that what he’s doing is wrong.

Killing people is _wrong_. Especially your own girlfriend. Especially your best friend’s sister.

But maybe, one day, he’ll see the gravity of what he’d done. Maybe he’ll think, “Shit. What I did led to my best friend killing himself.”

But maybe he’ll never think at all.

There’s a world of possibilities, ones which I will never be able to see. But… dead, I’m safer this way. Safer from _him_.

They’re all just maybes at this point.

Maybe.