•••I stood on the edge. Waiting. I don't know what for. I wanted to do it so badly but I couldn't. I loved it. I hated it. I love them. But. I hate them. I can't. But I have too. But...
Why?•••
-I snapped out of it-
I stared at my knees for a bit. Then looked at him. Then walked off. I don't want to talk to him anymore. Why did I even help him.
"Please, c'mon. I'm really sorry. I mean it. I... I..." I could hear the pain in his voice. So I stoped and listened.
Why?
