There was a knock at my door.
I held my breath knowing even if I could clean up the coke would show on my pants.
"Brandon open the door it's me."
I'm not here, Brandon doesn't exist anymore.
"Brandon I know your in there. If you don't open the door I'm going to assume your dying and kick the door open."
Ender doesn't fuck around. Once in high school she kicked open the door open in one swift kick. She found me on the floor and she bandaged me up. Ender is the only person left in this world who cares. when ever Jamie or Bella brings him over in front of me she yells at them. I'm not scared that if she sees me like this shell leave me, I'm scared she'll blame herself.
I stroll over to the door and open the door, not even bothering to make myself presentable.
"You look like shit-" she pauses staring at my pants and then at the table in the middle of my apartment.
"Brandon Darren Pinetree, you better have suddenly learned how to bake and that's flour."
I just stared at her, what am I supposed to say.
"God dammit Brandon, you need to let him go. He's killing you!"
"I'm going to die anyway so might as well let him do one last favor for me."
AN- ENDER IS THE PUREST BEAN AND THE BEST FREN EVER. ~ el
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