"Isn't it crazy how our own imagination can create such beautiful dreams? All happy, smiley, never sad, or terrifying. However there always is another side to compare to the good one. In this case it's horrifying, dreadful, hurtful, scary. It makes me not want to go back to sleep because every time my eyes close, my imagination wakes up, and for me, it never seems to be the happy side of the story. Neither it does for Thomas.Thomas Parker I'm talking about. I don't know who he is, nor what he wants from me, but whatever it is, he won't get it that easily."
"It's ok if you hate me Mitch. I get it." I looked up at him to see him staring at me an unreadable expression on his face.
"But you have to understand I did what I had to do to save thousands of lives. I chose a crappy beach with shitty weather on a dumb island instead of a train station, an airport, or a fucking preschool." My voice began to come out shakey from all the anger I had.
"You deserve to hate me. Hell, I hate me. But dont think for a second you know the real me."
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