CHAPTER FORTY TWO
**Kieran Morrison**
'... But you already lost that little boy, Kieran…'
Although his voice sounded no more than a faint whisper, the effect of it was like a million knives slashed across my heart.
It was all me.
I had been the one who drove the spear of hate straight into the heart of my childhood best friend.
He had always been so carefree, so optimistic and joyous, so, I had always assumed it was just me that was left to wallow in grief and loneliness after my sister's death.
I thought it was just me suffering.
The anguish in those green eyes that threatened tears amounted to the heaviness that settled in my heart.
I wanted to say so many things to him, I wanted to apologize for everything, but the words were stuck in my throat.
Of what use would it be?
A simple apology would never erase all the anger, hate, and abuse that had been dished out to him by me over the years.
"I'm sorry, Ollie." The words finally managed to pour out from my mouth.
