Okay so I've been thinking about this for a long time now. So there's this thing called "love"
Here's a little situation:

There's a girl named Carla. Carla likes this guy named John. There's also this guy named Jake who likes Carla a lot.

One afternoon, Carla and John went home together. They rode John's car. It was raining. On a sharp curve, John's car stumbled and rolled. They met an accident. Jake passed by. He saw The incident. He saw Carla lying in stretcher. Carla was mumbling something like "John.... don't die" Because Jake loved Carla so much, he didn't want her to be sad. So he saved John. He was risking his own life. When he got John out of the car, he felt something sharp go through his chest. It was a sharp metal. it wen't through his chest. He died. John survived and Carla was happy.

So, did Jake deserve his death? Did Carla deserve her happiness? Did John deserve to live?

Weird and crappy huh? haha