I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.