Who are to blame when the one's we love gets pulled from life too early?

The one who decided the actions? Or the one who forced them?

When the time comes, should one mourn their passing? Or should one smile because of the time spent together?

A/N: A big cheer to http://blackswhites.deviantart.com/ for allowing me to use the drawing, and Slashawar for helping out with edits.