Kurt's P.O.V
Our holder no longer looked demented, he looked confused. No, he looked broken.
"I don't even know what I am doing." This got the older lady next to me and my attention.
"You sure looked like you knew what you were doing when you killed 5 people." I said under my breath, but I knew he could hear me. I wasn't playing hero, either in 10 or 20 minutes my life would be through, so I didn't quite see the need to be the holder's angel.
"I didn't… I… I don't know." He ran his fingers through his hair. "The police took away what meant the most to me, my son. I know he was sick and I knew it was coming, I-I knew but that didn't make it hurt any less. It still hurts; I just want it to stop hurting so goddamn much." The holder looked as if he was on the verge of tears but both of us could tell he was holding them back. "And I'm sorry, I wish this wasn't what I had to do but… it is. At least that is the only explanation I have for it.
I understood, I hated that I did, but I understood. His fight was simply over.
He pulled a match out of his pocket and it landed between me and the only other guest left. I felt the heat of the flame almost instantly.
The story will only be told in blurs from now on. Cops cuffing the holder, unfamiliar arms picking me off the floor, but if there was one thing I will never forget, that me or the older lady beside me would ever forget; We felt his pain, though we would never truly understand, we felt his pain.
That was short, I know, I told you these were like really short chapters. The very last one will be up very soon; it is a tad longer than these before but not nearly as long as my previous book's chapters.
Also plenty of Kurtbastian love in the next chapter as well.
Adios-RadHadder