Just a random drabble – I felt bad for not including john in more of my stories… (the awkward moment when fictional characters start guilt tripping you…)
You can't do it any more. You can't, you just can't. But you know you've got to. And God does it hurt. But pretty much everything hurts now, now when you've failed the only job you had. 'Take care of Sammy', it's the only thing you've ever believed in besides Dad, so it's hardly surprising that you failed it too. Anything you do, you do it for him. Even though you know that, were he alive, he wouldn't appreciate it a bit. But it's nice to pretend, to imagine once in a while that, were he alive, he would care.
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