It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside.
I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit. Now gone. Just gone. Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the board of life that could never truly be replaced because no two things were alike, no two beings alike.
A good friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting next to you Saying, 'Damn. We fucked up.
