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Vic's pov
This man. I've watched him for the past year through my window. Not a word said. I haven't talked in years. I've seen him struggle. I've seen him cry. I've seen him at his lowest. But nothing was as bad as tonight. I watched as he sobbed with pills in his hand trying to get the bottle to open. It was heartbreaking.
I ran as fast as I can to the house luckily, the door was unlocked. I ran up the stairs. I got to the room.
"Stop!" I said for the first time since I was 10. He looked at me with tears falling from his face. I grabbed the pills and threw them.
"What are you doing to yourself?" I asked my voice shaky and a bit slurred.
"I-I don't know. I don't want to fall apart." he cried. I brought him in for a hug and he cried into my chest.
"I'm sorry I barely know you." he said sniffing. I smiled a bit.
"It's okay. I'm Vic." I said. He looked at me.
"If you don't mind me asking, why is your voice like that?" he asked. I sighed.
"I haven't talked since I was ten." I said.
"Oh. Well I'm glad you're talking to me."
"Me too, me too."
