'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'
That was the only thing on repeat in Winter's head. Winter couldn't be sure yet but he had a strong feeling that the Kent brothers did not just come to run their mouths but had evidence with them.
Winter was suddenly struck with fear. He was afraid of Blue truly discovering how terrible a person he was. Blue had once told him that he believed he was not malicious enough to be classified as a completely terrible person.
The Winter of a few months ago would beg to differ. But he was no longer that person, was he?
"It doesn't matter…" Blue said with a small voice, still looking at Winter.
Blue felt years of his life chip away after he said those words. In fact, he felt his strongest weapon—his beliefs—crumble right before his very eyes.
