She eyed her grave quietly.
It was still fresh, a few weeks old.
She sat down underneath a tree.
She sighed deeply.
She rubbed her cold arms.

"I'm so sorry."
She muttered.

"For everything, really."
She continued.

"For being a bad cousin,
For not paying enough attention,
For not being there.
I'm sorry."
She apologized.

This time, a voice was added.

"No, I'm sorry."

Rose turned.
She stared in shock.

"I really am sorry.
I'm an a$$hole,
I pushed her too far.
I killed my own child."
He confessed, tears in his green eyes.

Rose shook her head.
"Do you know how I knew?"

He didn't reply.

"Next to the suicide letters,
There it was,
A pregnancy test.
Actually, there were five."
Rose mumbled.

He still didn't reply.

So she continued.

"And they were all positive."

*