They say there are two things you should never witness in your lifetime. One of them is seeing your mother cry. I think it should be extended to little brothers.
I saw Alex cry. He was wrecked. Torn. He’s one tough son of a bitch, but to see him like that… He sniffled; I put a hand on his back. I felt the hurt. A piece of my soul withered.
Some cunt curb stomped his heart. If I ever meet this girl, Anna… I’ll ask her if she has a strong belief in the afterlife and if she needs to get right with Jesus or some other deity.
Alex would’ve moved heaven and earth for that girl. Burned, bled, and gone blind for just another chance to be with her. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’m going to make her suffer. Only an act of God or a call-off from Alex will stay my hand. Nobody gets away with hurting my family.
He told me last night he had a good idea of how I felt towards Michael after all that shit. God, I hope he doesn’t.
The other thing they say you shouldn’t witness is seeing the person you love fall in love with someone else. Alex can scratch that off his bucket list.