I looked up to the stars, bright and shimmering in the night sky.

Bright, shimmering, and dead.

As dead as the people I killed.

“Forgive me.” I whispered, tears in my eyes.

The stars seemed to sparkle even more.

I fell down on my knees, felt the soft cold grass on my skin.

“I just wanted your best.”

My face got wet when the tears started to roll down.

It was all my fault.

No one could bring dead people back to life.

And no one heard me when I started to scream.