Bullet5

It was something an "i love you" didn't capture. I had taken something from him, as slowly as erosion takes the shape of a rock away. I had stolen something from his eyes and caused myself to only see my reflection in them. Maybe it was tragic, but he was mine. In some horrible way I was grateful he allowed me to kill that kid in him. Angelo would've stayed 12 forever. He would've stayed in his mother's house forever. I would've watched him walk away with that man's arm around his shoulder forever. I had to be selfish to save us. I promised Angelo heaven. But heaven was something you changed for.