| Author's Note: The freaking computer screwed me up...so this picks up about where the first part left off. |
| The man ridgedly ran a single hand through his knotted, greasy hair. He closed his eyes in a desperate, futile attempt to block out the stinging tears, already fleeing down his face. He spoked in a raspy tone, cold from empathy. "I keep reading your letter over and over." He painfully opened his tear-swollen eyes, gazing at his own shoes, anxious. "I wanna get over this...for...for you, Justin. For you and the rest of the people behind me. I never realized..." A hand flew to his face as emotions pounded to be released. He bended over his knees as if in pain. He swallowed hard. "If I had known that I would create hell like this...I would never have..." "Josh," his friend murmured, "I wouldn't give up the good times we went through for anything. Even if I had known." The man's red eyes squeezed even tighter shut, yet, suddenly, he seemed to realize that everything was finally going to work out. And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end The way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed I pain But I'd of had to miss the dance The End |