• "How did it go?" Ark asked. I nodded. It had been a month scince I killed Ronald Cummings. "I'm glad your okay." he said, his hazel eyes never leaving me. I nodded. "You still not going to take off your mask?" he asked, the question he asked everytime he saw me. I nodded. "Thought so." he said. "You going to talk?" he asked, another annoying question. I shook my head. He sighed, dissapointed. We were on the same roof we always met on. "I had another problem with my dad today." he said quietly. For a while now, he has opened up to me more and more, trusting me with his true thoughts and some secrets. I feel guilty, during these times. How I don't tell him my secrets or at least show him my face or hair, but I couldn't, and he understood that, didn't he? "We got into this huge fight. He wants me to become a buisness man, like him, but, I want to paint." A long pause. "You think my work is good, don't you?" he asked. I nodded. His pictures were amazing. So detailed and you can tell it was given much thought. It was above all beautiful, sometimes, it made me want to speak, but I never did. "I'm glad. It's nice to know that someone supports my work!" he said angrily. I shook my head. "Oh, you mean Vanessa? Yeah, she likes my work too, she's a nice elder sister, do you have any siblings?" he asked. I shook my head, than made a sclicing movement with my hand next to my neck. "They died?" he asked. I made the sclicing movement 2 more times. "They were murdered!" he said. I nodded my head. "Who murdered them, do you know?" he asked. I pointed at me. "No! I bet that's not true! It had to be all a misunderstanding! I know you Canaan. I know you would kill, but you wouldn't kill someone you cared about!" he said sternly. From deep inside myself, something crawled up, something small, something I hadn't heard in hundreds of years. "It was my fault." I said meakly.

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