Everything I am familiar with is gone.

I make sure to keep a good distance between us, just in case she decides to get happy with a knife or something.

Idiotic reply, June. Why don't you punch him in the face while you're at it. I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

I could be compassionate, if I wanted. Metias would be merciful. But I was never as good a person as my brother.

No matter what happens in the future, no matter where our paths take us, this moment will be ours.

It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.