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he couldn't do it.
he couldn't leave him.

he sat in his car, his heart was stopped. he heard screams. smashing. sobbing. he was a good twenty feet away from the house.

gilbert blinked and bit his lip as he held the keys in his hands and twiddled with his chains. he didn't know what to do.

he looked at his eyes in the rear view mirror. they were puffed up and everything was squished together and they looked dead and quiet. like how he was.

he had to be strong. he had to be the bigger man and he had to be mature. he had to be mr. brightside.

gilbert threw the keys to the passager seat and got up, opening the car door and went to the house and knocked.

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