It's hard to imagine anyone liking him, he thinks. It's hard enough thinking that anyone would want him to be alive. He looks lost, trying to think about this. Eventually, it feels like a small part of him snaps, within.
"Why?" he asks, desperation showing in his eyes. "...Why? I hurt you. I wanted you dead."
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"Why?" he asks, desperation showing in his eyes. "...Why? I hurt you. I wanted you dead."