10.Remorse
Quiet footsteps.
I sit, my back against stone, shivering.
I see his face and try not to cringe, try not to show my fear. Try to remember the friend I once had.
A hand stretches forward between the bars, and I can't help it. As much as I try not to, I cower back
"Daniel?"
And my heart freezes, then breaks into tiny pieces as Jack steps back and turns away. He drops silently to the floor and all I can see are his shoulders shaking.
I can't reach him.
I try, but nothing I say or do can reach him.