After hours of staring at the blank TV I felt anger boiling inside of me. I knocked the pillows next to me off the couch. Why did I let him leave? I kicked over the coffee table in front of me. I shouldn't have let him go. I should've convinced him to go another day. I knocked over a lamp. If he hadn't gone he would be fine now, not in a hospital. I knocked over a chair. This is all my fault.
I'm not sure how many things I broke in my blind rage, but now I was back in my room flopped face down on my bed. I took a deep breath and rolled over to Jacks side of the bed. I held his pillow to my face and took another deep breath, breathing in his scent before eventually falling asleep.
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Stages Of Loss | Septiplier
FanfictionThis shouldn't have happened. He's so young, He has a future. He has fans. And now he's lying in a hospital bed, dying. But he can't die. His fans need him, I need him.
