That afternoon, when I rintanai in the library with Hewitt to study, we had not yet mentioned the internship, even though I knew that he was interested, if for different reasons. For this, with the head still between the books and a cup of coffee in hand, I I ventured to ask, in a low voice.
"You have filled the form for the internship?"
The library was cloaked in silence, the few people that were there were far apart. It was not often, maybe it was the side effect of a murder.
Hewitt stood up, his eyes dark from the open book under his nose for
downwards on me. The manual reflected a little bit of his personality: he was ruined on the edges of the hard cover, post-it colored were attacked at the begi
Hewitt ran a hand through his raven hair. "Yes, but it was more for not wasting the attempt to the actual hope."
I watched him for long moments. Although he and I were friends, I had to confess that, had it not been for the fact that he was gay, I would have done
little thought. The nose proportionate, eyebrows, expressive, and the pallor of his skin in the complex were more than attractive.
"You're going to come to the memorial?" he asked, leading away the topic. I raised my eyes to heaven, with a little too much em. Not that he does not know at least a part of my thoughts, but I had to remin me that I was correct to express my skepticism that way. "We will definitely River, you know. Him and Alex were friends."
"The more reason, you should show a little compassion," I scolded him, not with indignation, for my feelings as much as for my attitude. According to Hewitt's, not me I was behaving like the people wanted to do.
They all believed that I was disappointed, but also that I was a somewhat lucky to be still alive. The truth was that I would have preferred to be buried three feet under the ground just like Alex Moore, the young boy is found dead at the begi
"Compassion for, and the best friend of my ex-boyfriend, that held him while he scopava another, but I... you know."
"The River is a piece of shit, we have found. But there was much that Alex could do about it."
"And what are you afraid of, exactly? Who can blame myself something because I decide not to go to a memorial?" sibilai, releasing the anger that I was affossando in the last days.
Hewitt took a deep breath. "I'm just saying that you should attend, even my father is convinced of it. Could help the investigation". Shrugged your shoulders, going by the look on his book.
Rimuginai on those words for a brief moment, it made me realize that mayb there was something that I was saying. After all, his father was still
always a detective, and if the council was to participate, I would have been able to put pride aside for a night. What I didn't understand was how my presence could be of help.