"Andre Michaels?"
He looked up at the nurse, with that same distant facial expression that would hurt her, every time she came inside the room.
"Someone is here to see you," she informed, not making any eye contact
Before she left, she watched as the dark-skinned boy held onto the girl's hand. The girl's hair covered her head, with it's ends flowing down on the bed. Her hand lay on the boy's lap, being caressed by his hands. She was beautiful with her caramel skin and soft lips. It was as if she was a saved princess when he carried her here; the blood on her arm staining his hands with tears pouring down his face
"It's all my fault," he kept whispering.
The nurse finally left and in came Andre's mother and the girl's brother, Dean. Andre didn't lift up his eyes but stopped caressing the girl's hands. He stood up, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered to her "I love you"
Dean made his way towards Andre and took him by the neck. Andre didn't flinch with the fury present in Dean's eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. His mother tried to take him out of Dean's grasp but he was too strong.
"This is all your fault. Now..she's-"
"I know" Tears stung Andre's eyes
"No you don't know! You knew nothing about her! Now she's-"
"I did know her. But not for long since she's..."
They both couldn't utter the word but simultaneously they whispered it.
"Dead"
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