Innocence is just a lie.

Soon enough night fell and he had drifted off, leaving me staring blankly at the ceiling: trying to piece this whole situation together. Entirely questioning everything I had done lately.

If I had noticed before would it be better?
Perhaps.
If we hadn't started this whole charade would this have happened at all?
Definitely not.
Thus I have landed upon the decision that it was almost all my fault-the only thing preventing it from being entirely my fault was that it was his choice to go in that direction.

Obviously he instigated the whole ordeal but I was his accomplice- and I am still happy to be.

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