Chapter 6 Down The Gates Of Hell

• SIX YEARS AGO
• The next morning after Santos told me that he'd be travelling, I woke up feeling like shit. I felt lovesick, and already I was missing him.
• It was true we fought more than we talked, but I'd always felt a powerful emotion wherever he was concerned. I always let it out through antagonizing him, and he gave it right back. My aunt adopted Santos when his parents died in a fatal car accident. He was twelve then, and I was just six. He was so tall, and I was small.