Snippet #8 – POINT OF NO RETURN
We didn’t talk about Blane, or the future, or being friends. We talked about ourselves and our past, me more so than Kade, though he did tell me a couple of things from his childhood, like how he’d gotten the scars on his back and the one on his chest. Tears had dripped from my face onto his chest as he talked, his voice quiet in the darkened room. My imagination painted too vivid a picture of a child version of Kade, and the pain he’d endured made my heart hurt.
He told me about the first time he’d killed a man, and why. I told him the story of the night my dad died. He told me of the morning his mother didn’t wake up. I spoke of how hard it had been to sell my parents’ house and move away from home. He finally told me the story of the dragon tattoo on his arm, and I confessed how I’d almost gotten my navel pierced on a friend’s dare my senior year of high school, but had chickened out. Kade had chuckled at that.