The words came out low.
Not angry.
Which somehow made them worse.
"I wish he'd begged more."
I stared at him.
He stared at the floor.
"I wish we'd broken every bone in his body."
"Elias."
"I wish his death had taken days."
The honesty in his voice stole the breath from my lungs. He meant every word.
"You know what keeps pissing me off?"
I shook my head.
"The fact that he's dead and you're still having nightmares."
His hands clenched together.
"I want to erase every bad memory. I want to fill your brain with happiness and love. Like you’ve always deserved."
If he could've walked into my brain and ripped Noah out with his bare hands, he would've done it without hesitation.
The stupid man.
The wonderful stupid man.
As if he could walk into somebody's brain with a crowbar and
