Why I Took The Blame

The car hit her. I'm not sure who, old sport, though I later found out it was Tom's mistress, and for that, I was sorry, but only because there was another woman who found herself on the grasps of such an ugly soul, and died such an ugly death. I knew she was dead, I heard the awful splatter as her bones shattered against the windshield. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind at that moment. Daisy would be put away, locked behind bars where her sunlight would never see the world again, would never make the sun smile, nor the birds sing, nor the rain fall. I make a decision, in that very moment, to drive away. An awful decision, perhaps, one that I am not proud of, old sport, but... Daisy, despite her love for Tom, was always, and forever would be, my angel. My true love. To think of her in such a way, locked up.. I couldn't stand it. So I'll take the blame, should anyone know it was my car that her body did die upon. There is no other way. All I can do is pray, pray to some other God, that no one knows it was her, and let the rest come as it does.