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Three years ago, we were all happy. Three years ago, we were all together. Now, three years later, none of us are truly happy. Maybe for a few seconds, a few precious minutes. We forget, we live in the moment, with friends. But then you remember. You remember that gaping hole, the overwhelming loss. It never went away. He went away. He went away and will never come back. It was a mistake. My mistake and no one has really forgiven me for it. Some people show their spite in smaller ways, like old friends. They no longer talk to me, make any kind of contact with me after the accident. They ignore me. Others don't. My brother has decided to make my life a living hell and I can't blame him. I know I deserve it. I deserve worse than what he gives me. 


- T W O  Y E A R S   A G O -

"Hey, Eli."

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