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The Goth
Guilt.
I can see it in his eyes every time one of us gets hurt.
Danny does the best he can to protect us, we know that, but he always focuses on the negative. Always taking the blame. But I know where the guilt really lies.
Me.
My fault.
It was just supposed to be a picture. One stupid picture in front of a machine that wasn't even supposed to work!
That memory will be burned into my mind forever. How he put on the HAZMAT suit for authenticity. How he stood in front of the metal portal frame, smiling innocently, like nothing big was about to happen. How one suggestion changed the course of his life, probably ruining it completely.
And whose suggestion was it for him to actually go inside the damn thing? Oh yeah.
Mine.
I did this to him. If I hadn't said anything, we'd all have normal lives, and this weight wouldn't be on Danny's shoulders.
I know he doesn't blame me. Tucker doesn't either. Whenever I look into Danny's eyes, I know that he still just sees his best friend, just like he used to.
But I know. I know I'm the one responsible for taking half of Danny's life away from him. And if I can't help him in his battles, if I can't protect him the way he protects us, then I'm afraid he might lose the other half, too.
And it would be every bit my fault as the first half.