I could hear the end of the world in his voice.
“I’m sorry, boy.”
We huddled on the ground together in the stomach of the evergreen. A bed of dry needles cushioned us and I could feel a sort of warmth from the clearing we were in, but the rain still pelted down and hit us. It was getting colder and I could feel Tommy giving up. At least he had a raincoat. He wrapped his arms around me and I was shaking. His tears were distinguished from the rest of the rain.