”i bet on losing dogs.”

you never knew how to keep relationships. it would always end up losing contact. or growing distant. but this one was different.

You didn't want it to end like this, Soda on your arms on the gang house porch middle of the night, him bleeding out from a knife in his torso, staining all your clothes.

The socs jumped him. They did this. And if he dies, you have it in your mind to kill them all.

You were sitting there, crying your heart out, and calling for help.

He kept on looking at you, and telling you he loved you.

He knew this was the end

He's allowing death.