This story is not fully about me. It more involves my boyfriend but I will be telling the story.
About 5 years ago to this February my boyfriend's best friend Kevin was murdered at a party. The story takes place in New York. Kevin asked my boyfriend if he would like to go to a party that night at a friend's house but he wasn't feeling that well and decided not to go. Kevin went anyway and when the party started getting big they started to call it a night. Kevin was helping his friend get people out of the house. One boy would not leave without a fight. As Kevin escorted the boy out the boy had ran him over with his car and dragged him half a block killing him.
My boyfriend believes since he wasn't at this party that it was his fault his friend was killed. He knew Kevin wouldn't have gotten into the fight with the boy if he was there because Kevin thought of my boyfriend as a brother.
It's almost been five years and my boyfriend has not let it go yet. I have tried and tied and talked and talked to him about Kevin but he just can't shake the feeling of it being his fault. One night it got bad to the point where I was sick of it. I started praying out loud in my bed for Kevin to go to my boyfriend and tell him it wasn't his fault.
Now remember I DID NOT tell my boyfriend I did this. The next day I was talking to my boyfriend and he started telling me about this dream he had had. He said, "I was at work standing outside having a quick smoke when Kevin just walked right up to me. I started freaking out saying you're suppose to be dead." I didn't think anything of it until he said, "Then Kevin said to me in the most serious way 'IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT'"
I was happy, excited, and a little freaked out by it all at the same time. My boyfriend thanked me over and over again. I was glad to finally help.
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