I can only assume, we, well I mean they are preparing for war. So, with that thought in mind yeah it is best I stay out of it, there is this nagging in my head that I need to speak to Max. After all he is only nineteen and even though he planted the bomb in my truck I need to know why.
If it was an order then I can’t help him, but if he was forced then maybe I could plead for him, if he refuses to talk then he will die and that makes me sad. He is still so young with his whole life ahead of him.
My nose stings with the feeling of tears, just thinking about him and how his future is looking more and more bleak. The tears fall and I’m full-on sobbing for him. God these hormones are making me a cry-baby. I wipe my tears and take deep breaths to calm myself down. But I cry harder for him, i
