It's been so long. The grass is still long and the birds still sing the same tune, yet so much has changed. I won’t stay long. There are too many memories. No, I will sit far away and I will never come back. I promised.

The birds are quiet now. Do they know I am here? Do they know what I did? Are they scared?

The hill is steeper than I remember, or maybe I am tired. I must keep moving. The grass won’t swallow me either.

This place is filled with so much grief, yet there is no evidence left of what occurred. I am glad. I am glad that no one will know. No one will remember. No one will know that I killed her.