there were times that he wonded what went on in his mind. the effort not to be like his father seemed to blind him. trying to take steps to protect chloe physically, he only caused her a stronger mental pain.
his grades were slipping and most of what gave his life meaning started to fail as well. he couldnt live with himself. every time he thought of that dear sweet girl he could only see her tears - those tears he tried to prevent. some where in his mind he saw him doing the right thing. if it was so right then why did it hurt like hell. how could he go about explaining it was for the best. he wanted to see her again, talk to her, try and explain himself. Duncan doubted that she would ever want to see his face again - he understood that, he didnt want to see his either.
instead, he plugged away at hise guitar, planning out one last melody. after that he wasnt sure where his life would go - it sure as hell wasnt worth living.
