The Human
a's
first shovel of dirt on th
cry.' The continuous chanti
either, betraying every word I had been sayi
stopped whimpering since I got here, aft
ate bond stronger than me, but I needed him
my thoughts, and I turned around to see my lit
. It'll be okay
words,' I thought but offered
er. We only met three years ago on my eighteenth birthday when I accompani
beauty fascinated me even b
to go to her. I could still remember her scent. It was intoxicating, and her smil
ew too well snapped
, Caleb and Ella-my love-now completely cove
st wanted to be in her presence a l
as he took shaky steps toward me. I had to admit, I
ted each other. That was odd for two boys d
ver the years, we learnt to tolerate each other and became somewhat friends.
gh to be around me when I was snappy and irritated, but then I realised that he
rned to face him. After giving him a straine
o move or talk as I simply sat in the car. Caleb join
ed as he drove. I sighed, ke
who wouldn't push it, so I could be honest with him. "I just
rs or never. But I have to live withou
only hummed in response, knowing that I w
I will never love