Basil had promised. He had spent all that time holdin' you close n' tight as possible, whispering tales n' fibs that further lulled you into this delusion that this was all just a bad dream. Mari never died. She never fell down the stairs. Everyone was still happy too, more importantly you had never just backed out and isolated yourself! But... That would have been way too easy. Nah. Basil had watched you push Mari down the stairs, everyone else who was supposed to be your "friends", including Basil himself had drifted away and left you to grieve in your lonesome... That was okay. That was absolutely peachy. You would adjust, you would adapt and live your life without Mari holdin' your hand every step of the way, without the comfort that there was still someone out there who actually cared about you and your feelings. Honestly... How had things gotten so violent in the first place? Where had you gone so wrong that led to that argument? You were only scared, you didn't Mari was gonna freak out like she had when you threw your violin down the stairs either, surely, your parents could have bought you a new one? Hell, Mari was talented enough there was no doubt she would've been able to perform the recital all by herself on that piano.

Just because it was Mari and virtually Mari was the perfect child, the "golden child", you could say. Mari did no wrong in your parents eyes, you didn't mind... Not at all. You loved Mari just as much as the next person, because you loved her so much it most definitely shouldn't have been your first reaction to push her down those stairs, right? You knew she would've never dreamed of hurting you in any way, shape, or form, right? But still, she's dead now.

There's nothin' you can do it 'bout it either. But hey! At least Basil's here, in fact... He had never really left you alone since the day of the "accident". But it was kinda weird, a lil' uncomfortable also to have the truth shoved down your throat like that and then told you were never in the wrong.