"Frustration" By Me

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Dave would groan due to his headache. He wanted Blackjack to be happy, but his headache just hurt
badly. "Hey Blackjack, ... You wouldn't mind if we came back to this later right? ... I've got a headache
that's killing me, and I don't think it's gonna be good if I stay out here, without taking something like an
Ibuprofen." He'd pat the doggo, who didn't seem to mind, and he'd pick him up. "Thanks buddy. You're the best." He'd get up, snuggling Blackjack slightly, with a small smile. He didn't believe he deserved his
happiest day if someone like Jack couldn't get one. Sure Jack did help him kill a few times, but, ... that
was only to get him to stop. He expressed his severe discomfort as he did so, and after. Dave would walk
to his house in this plane of existence. He was pretty glad Henry wasn't here, but that didn't fix the fact he
missed his only friend. The only person who he felt cared for him, and didn't judge him on how they first
met. He wished he could see his friend again. He'd sigh as he'd grab some of the headache medicine so
he could try to kill the headache he has. He'd decided to mumble to himself, so his thoughts wouldn't end
up giving him a migraine. "How would they react if I told them what he said?" He'd ask, mumbling,
remembering exactly what happened.
"Dave, I couldn't bear to tell the others the truth, but, ... I can't go with you guys. I have no soul. There's
no part of me that can go with you." Jack had said that day. That was when a part of me knew he couldn't
join us, that he was going to have to suffer more just because he was brought back, no because of
HENRY. If Henry didn't exist, Sportsy- no. Jack would still be here. Sure we probably wouldn't have met,
and I'd probably still be on the streets, but at least Jack would've been fine! I didn't notice as I started to
cry. I snapped out of my thoughts, looking at Blackjack who was looking at me, concerned. "I'm fine, I
promise! I was just thinking about stuff. Sorry for worrying you bud!" I lied. I even had a small smile on my
face to seal the deal that I was fine.

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