My body shook as I watched Antonio's agonized shuffle to his room. He
looked at me and the pain in his eyes increased. I could tell he didn't
blame me or have me the guilty party of Macon's death although he
could've done without. He walked up to his room and his door closed with
a sense of finality.
I have no idea how long I sat there until suddenly Damien, Cedrica, and
Rain stood before me. They looked to me and lifted their eyes to the
ceiling. I couldn't help my overwhelming feeling of guilt. Cedrica and
Rain darted upstairs and Damien slowly sat by my side.
He looked at me with his dark eyes of his and I couldn't meet his gaze.
If I did I would surely burst into tears. His came up and stroked my
cheek, telling me it was okay to not speak. To speak when I was ready.
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