When the last bell rang we strolled outside and he led to towards a motorbike. "That yours?" I asked it was a dumb question. "No" he replied while taking out his keys. It was. -------------- Blood was on the walls. Blood was on the floor. Blood was on his hands. "I'm sorry." he didn't get up, but he said it again. Now there was one sorry for each of us. why didn't he let me do it for him? ------- unedited