Go ahead. Keep on blaming her for everything. Or blame the guy she was last seen with. Thankfully, somebody had seen the two of them together before she fell off the cliff and crash-landed on one of the huge rocks by the waterfall.
He claimed to the police that it had been an accident. They'd only been going out briefly. It was nothing serious, he'd said. He was just looking for fun, but she'd been infatuated by him. Desperately in love. Desperate for a real relationship.
He said he hadn't meant to kill her. It was just a light push.
I can still understand her fear. After countless breakups, she was afraid. She was slowly losing her confidence, because you kept reminding her to fetch what any normal woman her age should've got already. A husband. A family, with a kid or two at least.
You'd always overlooked her other achievements. That's why she'd been too happy when he came along. She'd thought that maybe that was it: he's the one. She did whatever he'd asked of her. She'd stopped listening to all her best friends' warning. Her friends, the non-blood-related people who'd loved her unconditionally - far better than you ever did.
Then she'd gone traveling with him!
She'd stopped sharing her stories with you. Why? She'd wanted to give you a surprise. Perhaps this time, she'd bring a guy home to introduce to her family. Perhaps they'd make her stop feeling guilty and ugly.
And he was afraid. They'd done it, you see? She'd been late for three months. If they'd broken up and he'd left her, she knew how it would turn out: it would be all on her. If people found out, they'd call her easy. They'd label her as 'that stupid slut', despite her college degree and great career.
It could happen to anybody, you know? Even to 'good girls', believe it or not.
Anyway, it doesn't really matter now. Congratulations, she's gone. You've lost a daughter, a sister, a niece. It was all because of how you'd treated her, how you'd always made her feel.
'That stupid slut'? That young woman most people would label her as that?
