Somewhere in the distance, still in the memory, my voice called for Kase, happily oblivious to what was about to happen. The boy’s lip trembled as the guards took him by the arms. My young voice grew louder, more frantic as I searched for him. ″W-Will you tell Mallie,” Kase stammered through streaks of tears now. “Will you tell her I didn’t leave her because she was a bad friend? She isn’t. She’ll cry. I don’t . . .” He hiccupped. “I don’t want her to cry.”
Oh my goddddddd 💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep.
