"Have you ever tried to find out what was the source of your anger?" Night had fallen, and we still lay peacefully on the blankets, staring up at the stars. I prayed that it didn't rain tonight, the waves crashing gently on the shore.
"Not really." He replies.
"I think that you should." I murmur cautiously. I didn't see his anger as a problem, he rarely even showed it in front of me and it had me wondering if all the rumors that were spread about was just as they were called; rumors.
He lets out a heavy breath, his eyes trained of the stars. "Why?"
"Because . . . your anger could really hurt someone one day, not just physically, but mentally . . . Someone important to you," I bite my lip. "What if it gets so bad that one day you end up in jail? How would your parents feel?"
"How wo
