But none of this was true for me. In a few days, I would instead help engineer the most gruesome death for the boy for whom I had the deepest feelings. That smile would be gone forever from his face.
I couldn't help but wonder when he would laugh for the last time when he would smile or look at the world around him and feel wonderful. Would it be because of something I said or did? And what would be his final thoughts about me?
Would they be angry thoughts or just utter shock? Would he be so disillusioned about life and love that he would welcome the darkness?
"Hey, you look sad about all this. Aren't you at least half as happy as I am?" he asked me, reaching for my hand.
I forced a smile. Then I looked at my watch. "We'd better go back. I don't want to keep her waiting. Mainly, I don't want Ava to be angry about anything right now."
