Chapter 68 Survivable

• It was the simplicity of the deadliest acts of all. One person held up the gun and pulled the trigger, marking his own monstrosity. How could something so worthless make a death so flawlessly easy? it rushed in my mind and I found myself hating the object in my hand.
• This wasn't who I was, I couldn't let it dominate my life anymore. I was innocent and my hands were never dirtied with someone's blood even if they did me wrong.
• Looking at Levy as he wiped the sweat and blood on his palm once he managed to move my aunt's lifeless body behind the shatters of logs near the oak tree, I realized that I didn't have to be so influenced by his ways. I just had to do me, not anyone else, even if he was mine for a long time, he loved me because of my innocence.