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Georgie - VI

Fred,

It's the final day. Two whole weeks are over. Our holidays are over.

I have to go back to my old life.

What am I supposed to say to your friends? Did they know about your Epilepsy?

How am I supposed to tell them that their friend died? Am I capable of inflicting that much pain, again?

My bags are packed. My toothbrush is lost.

I finally had the courage to go inside your room today.

Your covers were messed up. Your clothes were strewn about. How did I not notice all of this before?

I guess it's time to clear up everything; to sweep up the cobwebs of time.

That day, it was my fault. I ran away because everything was becoming too much for me. I didn't think I could handle knowing that we were adopted. I overheard them, that day.

Mom and Dad had originally wanted only a son.

I was the unwanted extra that came along.

Apparently, we hadn't let go of each other.

Your vigilante,

Georgie