I felt for his body. Thick, massive, clad young man. The padded jacket was however concealing every bit of him. But in these lights, he had been here with me and I was in the air, hugging him. In my room, he was here. The killer. The psychopath. And weird as it sounds, he was telling me.
"Go on. It's the perfect chance. Go on. Unravel me and find out who I was"
"For you, I couldn't continue to make others killers. You are right. The night you told me that, it hurt me so much to an extent, I decided to not ask of the others more"
I winced.
/He is listening to me?/
"For you are right. I ask so much of the others. But it is said so when you need that someone you love so much, you will end up losing the world. Maybe that's why...."
His words were failing me. I held on like there was not
