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With tears in my eyes I looked at my older brother, who was literary bleeding dead

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With tears in my eyes I looked at my older brother, who was literary bleeding dead. The tears started to find their way on my red, warm cheeks and my sobs became louder with every second. What happened to him? With shaky hands I stepped closer to him. He had that trustfull smile on his face, trying to tell me that it was okey, but this was everything except okey. His eyes threated to shut down and before I even realized, I found myself kneeled down next to him with my hands on his cold cheeks. '' Please don't leave me'' I mumbled while I couldn't control my cries anymore. Anger started to fill in me, adrenaline kicking in. I stood up and turned around to look at him. '' It's your god damn fault! Everything that happened is because of you!'' I yelled towards the man I loved the most. His eyes were soft, filled with tears. It was a gaze I rarely saw on him. He barely showed his emotional side. He was always harsh and cold when there were other people around and I somehow got used to that. I just needed  him to tell me that it wasn't his fault. That I was assuming things without listening  and that he was still the man I loved and admired so much. But the only thing I got back was a sudden change of his expression, two furrowed eyes and a stern gaze.

'' Are going to get the bullet out of his stomach or what?''

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