This anonymous writer wrote this powerful and incredibly moving short story which will leave you breathless. 

My fingers ran down the old photograph of that girl. That dusty old photograph of her. Her smile gleamed without any worry. That girl with her smiling eyes looked at the camera purely. Memories with her came pouring down in my mind. That look on her face seemed to be like breathe-taking every second that I was with her and oddly, it was pure happiness.

However, in a flash, I felt numbness. I killed her. I killed her with my demons.

My wish to crumple that piece of paper was too strong yet, I felt so weak. I felt so weak that I could not accept the truth. I could not accept the fact that I killed her without knowing. My hands automatically put the photograph back to its place as I sighed. I threw my body to my bed, staring at the far distance.

Did I really kill her? Probably, I guess. Did I do it intentionally? Definitely no.

I closed my eyes as I felt it stung. The brim of my eyes filled up with sinful yet innocent tears. I gulped the lump in my throat as I tried not to make it fall. My hands grabbed a fistful of my blanket as I tried to prevent it to happen. I had hide it for too long. I can't take it any longer.

I killed her. With my very own demons controlling me as I almost completely forget about her. I killed a young girl. I killed an innocent one. I killed my own opposite polar. I killed my old self.