It was dinner time and everyone was in the mess hall. "Hey Duncan, what's Eva so upset about?" asked LeShawna. "Girl's been cryin' all day!" "Her older brother Grant died at 6:32 this morning of Leukemia and she's real torn up about it." he answered.
When he had finished eating, he decided to go to the cabin.
When he came to the cabin, he noticed that Eva was holding his knife in her hand, apparently about to slit her wrist.
"What the fuck are you doing!"
"Duncan, my world is crumbling all around me. I can't take it anymore! I wish I could just curl up and sleep for a hundred years!"
"I can't let you do that Eva! And whether you know it or not, I...um...care about you. A lot. If you were to do that, I'd be so depressed."
"So. Grant's the only one who actually understood me. Sometimes I feel like it's my fault he got sick."
"Well you shouldn't feel like that because it's not your fault at all."
After a lengthy discussion, Eva was put into a support group for people who had lost loved ones to cancer.
There she learned to cope with the loss of her older brother and that it was not her fault.
The End