The unspeakable sin.

She sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her and her chin resting on her knees.  Gazing into the television, she looked past the pointless picture and white noise and found herself wondering around her mind, running the mental video of yesterday through her mind and searching for clues to todays tragic events.  Breathing in and out and occasionally aiming her breath to keep her tangled bangs from her eyes, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and softly shakes her head in unquestionable disappointment.

She peeks over her shoulder and gazes at the flowers delivered earlier that morning.  The mix of yellow roses and wild flowers served as a reminder of one of the most confusing and hurtful days of her life.  If only he would have listened.  If only he would have heard her say the words that could have saved him.  She closes her eyes and buries her face into her knees as a small tear rolled down her face and suspended from the corner of her chin until the salty tear softly gathered enough of a following to fall to a soft landing on the thigh of her pajama pants.  "Why?" she whispered to herself.

She threw her head back in a sort of resolve and took a deep breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes.  "Why didn't you listen?!"  she yells.  She walks over to the flowers and in disgust, pulls them from the green glass vase.  She walks over to the trash and shoves the flowers into the trash and then turns around as the emotions hit her again.  She leans her forehead against the refrigerator and tightly squeezes the last bit of tears from her eyes.  "Why?!"

Determined to overcome the heartbreak and loneliness, she calls the one person that can help her see past the tragedy.  "Dad, he's gone.  I'm lonely and I didn't think that he would ever go so tragically."
Her dad takes a deep breath and ask her to explain the last conversation that was shared between them to hopefully shine some light on the tragic event.  "Well," she said as she sniffed her nose dry, "I told him that all I wanted was some flowers...."  Her dad again, questions her true intentions and asked if all she said was "flowers."

"Yes!  I told him that all I wanted was flowers and that's all he gave me before he left."

"Well, Sweetheart, if you wanted a different gift, then why didn't you say so?  If you said you wanted flowers, then why did you kick him out, throw a brick through his car window and light his clothes on fire in the front lawn if he gave you exactly what you wanted?"

"He should have known without me telling him, Dad!"