Liam
Pain…anger…emptiness…are what I’m feeling while watching Clifford being lowered to the ground. Marilyn sobbed beside me, and I placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort. Seeking more, she wrapped her hands round my body and cried onto my shoulder.
Nate, who is still using crutches due to the harsh impact of the blast, quietly makes his way back to the car. Badok, on the other hand, is conflicted about what he should do. He knows too well that I don’t do well with displaying emotions, so he settled down by prying Marilyn away from my body.
I stood in front of the marked grave until every other person left. Squatting down, I traced my finger over the epitaph.
Clifford Gates.
Killed by a f*****g nobody. f**k the diamonds, I want Ben and Silver’s heads on my damn plate, and I won’t s
