Prompt: An estranged friend from years ago contacts you to apologize for something you don't recall. Or vice versa. Do tell!
Written: July 16, 2015

My response:
My last request on my deathbed was to leave a voicemail on my old friend's phone. Hearing his voicemail pained me, but I knew that there was no turning back now.
"I killed you." I confessed. "I've been living a lie for fifty years."
Then, everything went black.

I might actually have an idea from this...