"I wouldn't if I were you," I said to him.
Came to visit Ethan and overheard him soliloquizing on his plot to revenge Marcus-the friend who betrayed him.
Startled by my voice, Ethan gazed at me as though searching for words to utter, he looked hollow, stripped of the man he once was. Ethan, a man who had just been betrayed in the deepest way possible by his closest friend.
He had given Marcus everything brotherhood had to offer and more: trust, loyalty, and even a brotherhood that was supposed to withstand storms. But storms have a way of exposing what's fragile. Marcus had not only stolen Ethan's wife,Leah, but had taken his property, his company and in doing so shattered the foundation of his Life. After the divorce, Leah had taken almost everything.
I watched him struggle with the weight of it. He clenched his fists, the rage vibrating through his body. His voice when it finally came,was low and jagged.
"Why shouldn't I?" he spat, "why shouldn't I end him?" , "He deserves worse than death". Said Ethan.
I didn't flinch. "Because revenge won't give you back what he stole. It'll only take more. Do u know how long you'll spend in jail if you're to be convicted for murder? Is that how u want to be remembered? As a murderer? ".
"you think I can just let him get away with it ?"
"I think", I said. "you can choose not to let him own what's left of you".