He's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends.
He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend.
"Jack, are you ok?"
"I'm not ok, Mark...
"Mark, she's gotten worse. I can't help but feel it's my fa-" "Jack, shut up. It's not your fault. None of it is. No one knows if there was another reason. Look, don't worry about your guilt. It shouldn't be there. Depression shouldn't exist. So go and have some ice cream. Please...for me?" "I'll do it for you Mark. But if my sister dies....I won't know what to do." "You'll have me, Jackaboy. Always and forever." "Thanks Marki." "No problem. What are friends for?"
Friends. I knew it.
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HEY ANOTHER CRAP CHAPTER! SORRY! ENJOY MY 'MAN' BUN!
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