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I opened my eyes as I stared at the sky, staring into those dark green eyes I begin to ask why. Why did I hurt him, am I like his father? the same one who chose not to even bother? Why wasn’t I there when everyone else around him made it apparent that they didn’t care. Why couldn’t I save him, can I really call myself a hero if I wasn’t brave then? If I wasn’t brave then, how could I think I would be brave now. As red covers my vision my face twists into a beautifully pitiful frown.