Glory and Gore | phan

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I'm tired, my eyes ache as I try to close them.

I feel nothing but discomfort.

My back hurts as does my heart.

Today hasn't been a good day.

This week hasn't been a good week.

This month hasn't been a good month.

This year hasn't been a good year.

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Even though I knew there was a chance, I still didn't believe. I couldn't... I had no reason to believe that my innocently beautiful brother would be the one. He had done nothing, nothing at all.

My eyes flickered to the ground as he fell, his hand swinging in the air to touch his chest.

My heart was with him as I was sure he was dead. My chest raised as the men walked after, like nothing happened. They got into their car and sped away.

I ran to him and kneeled beside him, holding his bloody hand in mine. He was still alive, but he was miserable. His face showed the worst painful expression ever; his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted together so tightly, that I thought he would never see again.

"Dan," he choked. "Please kill me." I touched his face as he relaxed it, his eyes looking at mine.

"Adrian, no-- I can take care of you, you know I can. I've taken care of you for so long... Please don't say this is what you want."

"Wouldn't you want me to do the same if the roles were reversed?"

"No, I would want you to fight for me."

"Dan, you've done enough fighting for me for a life time," he spoke as blood was flowing out of his chest. "I don't have long anyway, please just do it."

"I c-can't," I snubbed. His eyes closed slowly just as the sun began to set. The day was coming to an end.

"If you love me you would."

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