i could n't help it and i felt so weak , but i could n't stop the tears that streaked down my cheeks . someone was on the other side of that glass . someone told him a story about me and he wants to write about it . he said he went there every year . `` you really want to end this ? '' he said , pointing to the door . he was about to bite you so i had to act quickly . `` guys , i have bad news and i have good news . 