Shawn wished he died in his car accident. He wished he never awoken from his coma. Shawn’s eyes did not avert from Nathan’s. Now, Nathan’s hands were tightly clasped around Shawn’s collar. He was so close to him, he could inhale his breath and lack of cologne. Shawn stared into Nathan’s eyes, trying to find a sparkle of redemption. He found emptiness. The emptiness he created. He things he stole from him; everything. The tension between their eyes teared them apart, as they both had to listen to the words, “I’m sorry, She didn’t make it. She’s gone.”