I was mad at myself. I knew that my plan wasn't perfect or easy, but that's what love does, right? They give you things and they expect you to carry them out for them. But that isn't always what I need...
"It's about time," I heard a familiar voice say quietly beside me, prompting me to turn around and come face to face with the man whom I loved. I gazed directly into his blue eyes, noticing that he looked tired. Although he looked exhausted, it was as though he were trying his best to mask the fact that he felt weak and vulnerable underneath the façade he had put up. It was obvious that he had been crying.
"What's going on, Raph?" I asked softly, watching as he sighed heavily and shook his head before looking away as he reached up with both of his hands and rubbed his eyes with the palm
