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her head that she understood. 
                  I took my time walking down to the dock, contemplating what I would say. I never really talked to anyone about the accident, but if I was going to do it now I knew Kevin would be the one I should talk to first.
                  When I reached him, I could tell there was something wrong. His tense body told me he wasn’t in a sociable mood so I approached cautiously. “Is this seat taken?” I gestured to the empty spot next to him. I knew I startled him when he flinched slightly. He quickly relaxed when he saw it was me and patted the seat alongside of him.
                  Neither of us said anything at first. I stared out onto the lake watching the moon glisten off of the water, casting a beautiful, bright light. It almost appeared magical. “It’s my fault,” Kevin said breaking the silence.
                  “What’s your fault?” I questioned, confused.
                  “Kyle’s dead because of me.”
                  “No he’s not. Why would you think that?” I always blamed myself for Kyle’s death. Saying it was my fault because it was my idea to come up to the cabin that weekend. Hearing Kevin blame himself made my chest hurt.
                  “The weekend you guys were supposed to come here, was supposed to be the weekend after.”
                  “What are you talking about?” I asked, not understanding.
                  “I wanted to use the cabin that weekend so I told Kyle he had to come the weekend before or I’d rat him out for sneaking out while he was grounded. It should have been me, not him.”
                  “Kevin don’t say that. It is not your fault.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “There’s no way it would have made a difference when we went. I think it would have happened regardless. Some things you just can’t control.” I didn’t really believe that, but I didn’t know what else to say so I just recited what everyone else kept telling me.
                  With his shoulders slumped, he cocked his head to the side and looked at me. “How are you handling it? You can’t tell me you really believe that bullshit you just fed me.”
                  “There’s no getting anything past you is there?” I sighed. I should have known better. “It’s not easy, trust me, but I’m dealing.”
                  “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said anything.”
                  “No…it’s okay…it helps to talk about it.”
                  “It does,” Kevin said, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Kyle really loved you, you know.”
                  “I know,” I sighed.
                  “He always told me to keep an eye on you. To make sure you were okay in case one day he couldn’t be here to do it himself.”
                  I smiled. Kyle was many things and one of them was having a way of sometimes being overprotective. I wouldn’t have expected anything less. “Almost sounds like he knew this would happen.”
                  “Weird right?” Kevin said, thinking it over for a minute. “But then Kyle always knew things no one else did. I’ve always wondered about that.”
                  He was right. Kyle had incredible intuition. Sometimes he would jokingly say that he was psychic and I would laugh with him. I missed his laugh.
                  “How are you coping with everything?” I asked. Kyle had once told me that being a twin; he and his brother shared a different type of bond than other siblings. He said it was hard to describe but the best way to explain it was that they could feel what was going on with each other even when the other wasn't around, like they knew if the other was hurt or needed help. I always thought that was