Disclaimer:
I still don't own, know or pretend to know McFly...
And still, I think it's a shame...
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TITLE AND REGISTRATION
Prologue
It was a long flight. That tiny bit of information had bothered him ever since they heard the news. The others didn't seem to mind, they were all looking forward to it, but he wasn't. As their trip - or maybe he should be calling it a mission - came closer, he got more and more annoyed. And being annoyed resulted in his usual behavior of being quiet and pretending not to exist. That was his way of making sure he didn't hurt anybody while he was in a bad mood.
He knew why he had this feeling, why he didn't want to go. He had been kidding not only other people, but also himself, by saying that it was the heat that would bother him, that he hated the fact that he had to get thousands of vaccinations, that he hated that they would be - not really, but sort of - camping, that he didn't like working when they were supposed to be on a holiday…
But he knew the real reason why he didn't want to go, he just didn't want to admit this to his himself, let alone to other people, to his friends. What was bothering him? What was he so ashamed of that he didn't want to reveal it, but instead he made up lame excuses to hide it? What was it that only he knew about himself?
It was the fact that he was afraid… Afraid of what was out there, afraid of the unknown.
Afraid of facing their pain, afraid that he would care, maybe even love, too much.
He was afraid that he would get caught up in it personally, not only mentally but also physically…
That death would catch up with them, and hit them in the face before they even realized it.