GERALD
As I gazed at her face, I watched her lips quiver with tears filling her eyes. The sadness in her eyes was like a dagger, causing a sharp twinge of pain to shoot through my chest. I hated it. I hated seeing her like this, I hated the way she looked at me with such deep sadness.
I took my hand to her eyes, gently and wiped away the little tear that had escaped, tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone. I knew I lived a pitiful life, but it was the look in her eyes that really got to me. The way she looked at me sympathetically made me sick to my stomach. I hated being seen like that, hated being the object of her pity. But at the same time, seeing her cry was tearing me apart. I hated the way her tears made me feel like I was drowning in my own guilt. I just wanted to erase the
