Chapter 25 It's Me

• "Please, Dante," Cole said to me. This was about four years ago. He had just finished his final exams and we had gone out for a drink with a few of his friends, after which he accompanied me back to my room.
• "I can't Cole, I can't, and it's not your fault, okay? It's not, it's my fault," I said, wishing that he would stop, "look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't."
• "What do you mean you can't?" He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will understand, and it wasn't his fault.