It had been way too long since I last slept, I was fucking tired. I looked at my wall full of pictures, posters and memories. "Fuck off" I said when I heard the door open, assuming it was Lottie, Mikaella or one my parents. "I don't want to" his soft voice sounding worried yet full of love. I felt his hand brushing down my shoulder over my arm as he joined me in the bed. I turned around and lied my head on his chest. "I'm sorry" he whispered playing with my hair, I didn't respond. I took in the scent I had missed so much, I grabbed his shirt, not planning on letting him go anytime soon. Michael sighed, kissing my head. The silence between us felt comforting but I hated it anyway. "How could he do this?" I cried out, "we don't always see when people are depressed, they hide it, wanting to fight it on their own" Michael tried. "I should've seen it, I should've known" I said wanting to push myself in the face once every second for the rest of my life. "Don't blame yourself" he said, kissing my head again. "Be strong for him, make him proud of you."
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FanfictionI've been making YouTube videos with my brother for years But I never expected that one 'q&a' video would change everything.
