It was a day like any other, rain drowning the streets, the randomness of the lightning startled any living thing walking the streets and on this gloomy day, a teenager sat in the middle of the street, blood staining his shirt. It wasn't his, it was originally pumping through the body he's currently holding in his arms as if it was the last time he would ever see him, it probably was. He never wanted this to happen, nobody deserved this, it was all his fault that his best friend rayer was killed, it was all because of him. If he hadn't put john Carr away, if he hadn't looked into the cold case, if he hadn't become a detective, he wouldn't be holding his rock, his brother, his saviour in his arms, he wouldn't be screaming out in agony. Cursing anyone who dared to be happy in this moment, for he lost his light no way was he going to recover from this.and he is only 18.Toate drepturile rezervate
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