“Never let it be said that the apocalypse wasn’t beautiful.”
Deep down I know it’s a lie. I’m just a bit ashamed to admit it sometimes.
While his personality was kind and easy-going, the one prevailing opinion of him, was that he was different.
The window wound back up and the car pulled off slowly, careful not to spray water as it went. Looking skyward again Maalik said.
“Fine, I’ll help him, but not because you made me.”
His father was a patient man, and more so when he was involved, but there was a line and once you passed it, you better hope he’d been a good man in life.