The Boy Who Changed (Me)

He was different. He called to me without saying anything. Who was he? He was nothing but mean to me, so why do I keep being lead back to him? He hurts so bad that I hurt. What kind of plan is this for me? I wanted to hug him. I wanted to take his pain and see him happy. Why couldn't I do that? He deserves more. He caused me pain to watch him go through what he does, so why do I have this warm feeling in my stomach every time I see him? This won't end well. One of us will break and I'm not sure which one of us will, maybe both.

"I don't need you" He muttered angrily.
"It's not your fault" My whisper caused him to scoff. "It's not your fault. It is not your fault. It was never your fault" tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but he didn't notice.
"I know. Go away" He said it, but his strained voice told me otherwise. He knew I was right.
"It's not your fault" I repeated.
"I know!" He growled angrily, but his mask was still up.
"No. Look, it's not your fault" His jaw was clenched. "It's. Not. You're. Fault" He growled.
"I know it's not" He was starting to shake. "It's not" He didn't believe it. He began to walk away.
"Agent C!" I screamed and he froze. "It's not your fault" my voice returned to normal. In an instant, I was pushed against a tree. He looked into my eyes in anger and defeat. His hands held my arms firm against the bark of the tree.
"It is! It is my fault! Every bit of it is my fault! You may not see it, but it's true. Get out of your fantasy of a beautiful world of heaven and hell. It's not that simple. Come back to earth and reality. Earth makes hell shake in fear"