I Did This.. It's My Fault.

I awoke that day finding it hard to sleep. For a few minutes, I just gazed out into the darkness that surrounded me. Then I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. With the dim lamp illuminating the room, I turned over, propped myself up, and stared at Jared, whom was still sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful, so pleasant. The sight of his slumber brought a smile to my face. I admired his perfectly muscled chest. I reached over and slowly glided my fingertips over it. That's when the smile faded from my lips. I found myself watching him, waiting for his chest to rise up and down from his breathing. It only took a moment for me to snap back to reality and realize that Jared was now a member of the undead community and that it was my fault because I was the one who crossed him over, the one who ended his life, the one who made him this way.

Excerpt from Love Sucks.