Sitting in the van, I was thinking about Evan. When his shoot will end and I wanted to see shooting but everyone kept pushing me away from him. I wanted to see him.
I got up from the seat and glancing around the Van. I found a paper on the vanity, I picked up the paper, started reading it.
I've failed you several times. But there was one moment I failed you beyond measure. It was the day we met. The moment I took your hand and you looked at me, with the glory of hate in your eyes. I should have sent you away from me. But I didn't. There was honesty in your hatred. Fearlessness in your pain. In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself. Or rather, of the man I longed to be. So I failed you. I didn't stay away. Then later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer
