THE ONES WHO WALK AWAY FROM OMELAS.
pain, and suffering, and then youth.
"Cohen!", I sobbed cupping my face in my palms. "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS." "Willie just listen to me. It's the best to confess it. Please Willie. I'm sure it was me. I remember." Cohen held my hands pulling them off my face and kissing it. I can see he's been crying for days now. The way he used to look perfect was long...