One Year Later

Quirin

“Come on, Quirin! You can punch harder than that,” Henry, my best friend and the closest thing I have to a brother, says to me.

“It’s your birthday, Henry. I don’t want to make you cry before we celebrate your big day,” I taunt.

Where Henry is a shining star of happiness, I’m a black cloud of anger. Being around him helps to keep the darkness at bay, but no one can remove the darkness that has consumed me since the day that I watched my father die.

I had ...