I could have killed him. The knife pierced his skin, cut through the upper layers of muscle, a little further into his heart and he would have died, and it would have been 100% my fault.
Not deliberately, you understand. I wouldn't have intended to kill him, I just lashed out and stabbed him accidentally. If that had killed him, I'd have felt so guilty, so terrible.
But, thankfully, the stabbing didn't kill him, he pulled the knife out, then tumbled backwards and fell over the railing and fell twenty stories to his death.
So glad the fall killed him.
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