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    but… what if I die there? Unaware the weed paranoia was hitting him hard. What if I get lost? What if our plane crashes? Do I just leave Will alone?


    “Will…,” Shawn remembered his little brother, thinking of how Will would eventually grow up — what kind of person will he be?— trying to put himself in Will’s shoes, he couldn’t help but think what Will would think of him one day. Was he a good big brother? Was he a good role model? What would Will think of his fear and indecisiveness in this very moment?


    what good could I do? How could I actually help? As far as he was concerned, love and awareness would definitely soothe the symptoms, but not solve the root of the problem, which was brewing for many years, and everyone knew it, or at least felt it.


    Fuck this, I’d rather die than sit and contemplate my entire life.


    I am going. In an instant he could hear the demons laugh over his shoulder, “Look at him, hehe, brave one isn’t he? Brave he is. But live he will not. Die he will, the cockroach, hehe.” The demon nodded even more frantically than usual.


    Please don’t let me die. I need to see them. We must be a family again. Until everything is as it used to be. Please.