#Chapter29-03I had tried. I had tried so f*****g hard.
And then I had come across a profile that belonged to somebody I knew. Somebody I knew far too well.
"I hurt him." I sounded pathetic. I knew it. My chest still hurt with every breath, and now with the painful absence of my own rage, I felt it all the more. Worse. Without that rage, I felt empty. I felt hollow. I hurt so f*****g deeply that I felt like I was drowning. And watching him watch me, oblivious to the turmoil I was suffering? It pissed me off so bad.
When did I become like this, I wondered.
"Who?"
Again, Blake's face flashed before my eyes. Except it wasn't just his face, it was snippets of the past. The boy who had lied to his father more time than either of us could count to bail me out of trouble. The guy who'd shared
