|
werewolf
|
Johnny regretted this for a moment. he had let him hit him, knock him down, but god he was hitting him so hard. it was getting past the point where he could even defend himself anymore, had he wanted to. Still, he kept saying it, saying what had finally gotten Sam to open up and throw the punch - "you'll never make her as happy as I could." Sam kicked him in the neck, and half words were forced about before they were ready, a grunt and its echo. Sam looked down and spit on Johnny's face. Sam knew he wasn't a good person anymore. That is to say, he knew he no longer was how he wished others would be. And he didn't care. If he could get away with it, if he could be happy, like all the other people he saw who were unfairly happy could, he like they wouldn't care. For once he felt like he understood the world, and that the ugliness was pretty if you were on top.
|
040505
|
