Ace clutched his pillow hoping that Izo would get the hint and leave him alone. It was childish, but Ace wasn't ready. The freckled man wasn't ready to face the crew, not yet. Marco's death still fresh in his memory. "It should've been me," he whispered with tears streaming down a tan face. I do not own the cover photo! I give the credit to whoever did make it. This story is a rewrite from my other story called: A Different Ending.All Rights Reserved