My chest constricts when I see Anthony and Freddy hitting each other. In an animalistic, terrible, voracious way. Just at that instant, I feel it would be better to run away. To let him go.
Is the anguish worth it?
Will this chaos ever end?
Will I ever have peace?
I have always been an advocate that happiness can be sacrificed, for peace, for tranquility? But what is the decision you must make when both are compromised?
That is the question that comes to me the moment my eyes and Anthony's meet face to face? Longing, at once disappointed, and anxious.
And then... After shouting to please separate, that this isn't right... I meet Freddy Nasser's icy blue eyes, and I freeze.
There is no way for me to react. He's there, his skin just a little tanned, his eyes so blue, so bright, so ful
