Phillip Kopus: I'll love you, even then.

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Your gun trained on Phillip. You figured out he killed your twin brother Mike.

Phillip Kopus! How dare you? How could you! You shriek, tearing pouring down your face. He raises a hand to calm you down.

Princess. Listen to me. You put that down. And well talk about it. Okay honey? He reaches for you. Grabbing your hand, he pulls the gun from your quaking hand and drops it to the ground.

You killed my brother! You just cant handle anyone having a sibling! First you killed Jeans brother, now mine! You shriek, slapping him. He closes himself off from you, hiding his pain within himself.

Listen. Mike was my friend. Okay? I didnt want to but he was blabbing his mouth, I couldnt babysit him anymore. Look. He was a good guy, but I couldnt babysit him.

So you killed him? You shriek, throwing your fists into his chest.

Yes. Hes dead. Okay? Im sorry. What do you want from me? He asks, staring at you with outstretched arms in question.

I want you to stop. I want you to be a damn human. Did you cry? You ask, standing under him looking up at his face. The tension on his face was like a string pulled too tight.

Why does it matter?

Because I wanna know you felt it. I know my brother is stupid. I know he was mouthy. I wanna know you felt something.

it hurt. It hurt so bad. He breaks down, letting you gather him up and hold him close. Im so sorry. I loved him. I love you. Dont let go. Dont leave me. He cries, dropping to his knees and hugging your legs. You crouch next to him, still holding him close.

Phillip honey, its gonna be okay. You gotta let the bad shit go. Dont hold onto it. You assure, pressing kisses to cheeks and forehead.

Why. He states. You quirk your head to the left in question. Why can you love me? How can you love me? He asks, grabbing your elbows and jostling your whole body.

because Phillip. I didnt come all this way to give up on you. Am I mad? Yes. But baby, I love you more than anything. I told you, you could probably kill my brother and Id still love you. And Phillip– you stand him up, righting him. I still love you.

Dont ever leave me. He growls, gripping you tight and swinging you around in big sweeping circles.

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