"What else do you want me to do?" his eyes expressed uncanny hopelessness.
I have been familiar with the pain of striving forward with fear inhabiting my heart, but I never let my faith waver. Therefore, I couldn't let him give up so easily.
"It's not something I am willingly thinking. It's the aftereffects of suffering so many dilemmas. Just now, I lost Nick. What did he ever do to anyone? He used to spend all of his time with us. Why would someone kill him?" he was looking for answers that only the murderer could provide.
I, on the other hand, was capable of giving him pity and comfort. So, I told him, "It's something you cannot change. I know how you feel. It's almost like someone pushed a bullet into your heart. I know you're in pain. However, rethinking it will only elongate the
