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A few pills.

Emil spoke nothing all morning. Though, the four could sense something was off. He'd become more affectionate. More clingy. It seemed every hour he'd latched himself onto one of the others. He didn't respond when they asked questions. He was scared to talk. Scared that if he spoke, he'd give away his plans. And everything would be ruined. The pain would worsen. He'd be forced to keep going on. He just wanted it to stop. The pain. The worry. The sickening feeling and the thoughts that wouldn't leave him alone. He just wanted it to stop. He sat curled in Norway’s lap, face buried in Norway’s chest as he fought back the urge to cry. A few more hours. That's all he had to endure. Then it'd be over. He'd finally get to rest. He held on tighter to Norway. He just wanted to spend time with his brother before he had to go. He had done so many things to hurt Lukas. When all he did was showed that he cared. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself together. He could feel Norway’s heartbeat. He could hear it racing. Beating rhythmically. Calming him. This was the last thing he wanted to hear before he was gone. Just Norway’s steady heart beat. That melody that reminded him his brother would live. Norway was all he ever had. All that was good to him. He was the only thing that kept him from doing what he had to do. He was going to hurt his brother. But he hoped Norway would know there wasn't anyway out. That this had to happen. Only one rope. One bullet. A few pills. That's all it'd take.