Few People Ever Kill For

He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature. He Blinks, Then Tries To Find The Right Response. "i-" He Stumbles. "i'm So Afraid, June. So Afraid Of What Might Happen To-" I Put Two Fingers Against His Lips To Hush Him. "fear Makes You Stronger," I Whisper. Before I Can Stop Myself, I Put My Hands On His Face And Press My Mouth To His.

For A Small Moment, I Fix My Eyes On His, Telling Him Silently Everything That I'll Never Say To Him Aloud.

Everyone Has Darkness Inside Them, However Hidden.

Mom Used To Say That Having Three Boys Was Kind Of Like Having A Pet Tornado That Talked Back.

I Could Be Compassionate, If I Wanted. Metias Would Be Merciful. But I Was Never As Good A Person As My Brother.