Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.
The closer he was the less confident I was.
Someone who doesn’t know if tomorrow will come would rather live every day twice than live it once.
I found him between a reality and a nightmare.
We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.
Tomorrow can take me,” he said. “I don’t need today anyway.
I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.
