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Sadness.

Pain.

That's all he could feel.

He wishes he was still here with him, but life took an unexpected turn.

"𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."

He wishes he was able to help him. If he was able, he'd still be here.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬," 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥; "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳."

Tears streamed down his face as he laid on his bed, alone and missing his warm embrace.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩.

He hated seeing him getting shot. He hated seeing him in 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬."

Why did he have to stand in front of him?

"𝘕𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

He began sobbing into his pillow, endless streams of tears running down his face.

"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵.."

He had to skip the funeral because he couldn't bare to look at his casket.

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘣 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

Maybe it'll be alright when he joins him..