He talked about killing himself, and I'll admit, the idea had been running through my head too. But the difference is, I would never act on my thoughts, knowing my family needed me. My Dad though, he...he was more reckless.
He had begun talking about how worthless life was. How he couldn't go on without Whizzer. How his life was meaningless without someone to love. How the world would be better without his sad ass dragging it down.
Mendel said that as long as I stayed with my father at all times, he wouldn't do anything hasty, since suicide is a private matter. I wish I had remembered that when I left the bedroom to get my Gameboy charger, and came back to find my Dad with a bottle of pills in his shaky hand, poised over his waiting mouth.
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the five stages of grief ⇒ falsettos | ✔️ #Wattys2018
Fanfiction≫ the five stages of grief: a falsettos fanfiction ≪ we all grieve in different ways but after whizzer's funeral, marvin begins what mendel calls "the five stages of grief." get ready for an experience like no other in falsettoland. ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ ≫ a...
