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“Tellyou did, and let me love you anyway” ~Sade Andria Zabala

Prologue

Dalton

They tell me I used to love the color black

There are s from my past that I hate

Myself and the dark color surrounding ht now

People whimper and cry beside me, and I’h to form wetness in my own eyes

I deserve this

I deserve watching the love of my life with her ashen face and hands crossed on her stomach in constant repose as the preacher talks about her devotion to life and helping others

I deserve the looks froodly things they ould happen to me

I deserve the blame my own parents planted at my feet for my involvement in the steps that led up to today

I deserve it all

The torture

The accident

The getting nosed brain bleed that snuffed out the life of the irl in the world

She was fine when I left the hospital that day Even her mother assured me she would be okay

She didn’t deserve this

She didn’t deserve the monster that tormented her daily

She didn’t deserve to suffer at the hands of an idiotic boy and the ar to hurt her at his command

She deserved the world, and yet she gets a wooden box and six feet of dirt, all the while I’m left on earth without her

I can’t do that

That can’t happen