Derek looked at me through slitted eyes.
"Kill him," he said.
"Are you serious?" I asked him. "It was five years ago."
"All the pain...all those fucked up relationships that followed...you will do nothing?" His devious smile haunted me.
"I will be his friend. I'm over it. It's stupid to rehash unnecessary feelings and pointless drama. Five years has gone by since I met him. I will do nothing."
"You disappoint me, Brock. I fear this side of you will only warrant defeat and heartache."
"You're the side of me that warrants defeat and heartache. To give in to all ill-willed emotions, that is the not my way."
His devious smiled faded into a twisted frown. He started to back out of the room, engulfed in darkness. As the last remnants of his face darkened completely, he spoke.
"He will be the death of you."
He was right, of course. But I can't give in to Derek. I must find someone else to give in to.