“That’s why you were so big on teaching me control,” I slurred dully. “You’re barely holding it together yourself.” “I’m a hotheaded fool,” he said. “I’m trying to help you.” “You knew you were losing it,” I said weakly. “And you kept going anyway. You could have backed me up.” Blood came out of the hole in my chest in rhythmic little spurts. “And instead it ends like this.” Shame touched his eyes. And he looked away from mine.
