Why did he have to be so weak? It was all that bitch Bella's fault! She was the one who had put this strange soul inside his body. It was her fault he couldn't now rid himself of it.
His hands dropped to his sides, and he watched as the ghost knelt, still protecting Debi. "You don't really want to hurt her..."
Something wet rolled down his cheeks, and his fingers trembled as they reached up and felt the raised tears on the white side of the mask. "I'm sorry," he choked, backing up. "I'm sorry!"
Turning, he fled. Tearing off the mask once he was clear of the park, he threw it as hard and as far as he could. However, as he continued to run from his past, he knew that the mask would turn up again. No matter how many times he tried to destroy it or throw it away, it always came back again.