Standard disclaimer applies.
Yeah, I know I am uploading a heck of a lot of stories today. But hey...why not? I'm bored. See if you can guess who is thinking.
His eyes are closed.
I cannot reach him.
He is like a locked door that leads to nowhere.
Even if his door led somewhere, I cannot know it.
The key has been lost or destroyed.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why are his eyes dead?
It doesn't have to be this way!
Funny, kind, and a little crazy…
He's nice.
Even when he got mad at me and hit me, he still came back later in the day and saved me.
He cares.
Even if he pretends like he doesn't, he does.
He's so nice, like an older brother.
I don't know him.
I trust him.
I don't know him.
Ever since I first met him, I knew something was wrong.
But I didn't know what.
Now that I know…or think I know…I don't know what to think.
We are all meant for Paradise.
But…
I don't know him.
I can't forgive him.
What he did was treacherous, unspeakable.
He betrayed us all, so many times.
He may not have known it, but it was still done.
All the pain we went through, all the agony, is his fault.
He's a traitor.
I can't forgive him…
To forgive him would be to forgive myself.