He could almost hear them, hear them laughing at him. They knew he wasn't guilty, and yet they felt it was right for an innocent man to rot away in prison while a guilty one walked free. As hard as he tried to hold them back the tears seemed to seep from Warren's eyes. He could have changed. Stopped all the aggression, stopped his hatred towards Justin, but what was the point? He'd lost all that was important to him and now he stared death in the eye.
He knew they wouldn't like him. The others. People don't tend to like you when they find out your in jail for hurting a woman. He stood beside his shadow, subtle echoes filling his head. He only had himself to blame, he knew his hatred would be the end of him. He knew he would only every die twice and meet himself once.
It wasn't as if he only cared about himself, as if he were dying of boredom. No, if he could have done he'd spend his every waking moment thinking about her, thinking about Louise, but how could he? When it hurt so much to think of the things he missed so dearly how could he go on living? Left alone in that prison cell praying to his imagination to let him be with her.
Just one more time. That would be all he needed. One more time to show her how much he loved her. To show her how much he could change. He was now scared of his own future. What it held and what it held before. All the emotions that came when he thought of what could have been.
He could only ever be seen in the eyes of others as what Clare claimed him to be. He may have been guilty of many things, but not the attempted murder of Clare Cunningham. No, if it were him he would have finished the job. That didn't matter now , for he had not the courage to survive but a will to live. He always thought this would be the end, but no. It was the beginning of the end...