The Faint Song

I placed flowers and the freshman textbook he had once used to teach us in front of the headstone. Looking at the familiar face in the photograph, I quietly began to speak.

I said, "Senior, I know you'd suspected me for a long time. But back then, you did trust me, didn't you?"

He is gone, and the song has faded away.

[An old piece from my past. I wrote it on a whim back then, and reading it now makes me cringe in every possible way. Still, it was the first detective mystery I ever wrote, though there wasn't much of a mystery to solve. A little reminder to myself.]

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