I looked at myself, searching for even the slightest bit of light. It took so long, but I realized the guilt was the light I'd been searching for all along. As long as it was there, I couldn't be evil.
I looked at my family and friends, looking for compassion that never came. However, I never let them know my pain, so what compassion could I expect? My demeanor betrayed no emotion; yet, it was betraying me.
Most of all, I looked at her, deep into her eyes. I saw a future, one with her. I wanted it so much.