Terry Black stood under the fireworks, glowing in the light.
I remembered the teenager who had taken me around the city with fireworks, who had become one with Terry Black.
Terry Black had scars on his wrists and neck.
He opened his mouth and spat out an apology.
I interrupted him. "Terry Black, some mistakes can't be forgiven. You can't force people to forgive you."
If sins could be forgiven, the injuries would be meaningless.
Sorry is useless. People celebrate suffering, but no one wants it.
"Terry Black, I won't forgive you. You should blame yourself for the rest of your life."
"I hope you never meet someone you truly love, you"ll be old, sick and die dishonored."
When I was far away, Terry Black took out a medical history sheet from his pocket.
He hadn't eaten properly over t
