How could you do that to me? You know that I hurt easily, but you laughed at me. You broke me. You hurt me worse than they ever have.

Yet I know it's not your fault.

You have no idea what I have to go through to protect you. You walk by, oblivious to the pain and suffering I endure. You, the quintessence of innocence. I want to perpetuate that—make that last forever.

You walked by, ignoring my cries, but isn't that what I have fought for? Isn't that the meaning of my battles?

My world is falling apart, and there's nothing I can do about it.

You could save me, but I would lose what I've been fighting for. I've been fighting for your innocence, your purity, your love. I don't want you to know what this world is.

That's what I've been fighting for.

Those reverberating thoughts continue to hit me, but I cannot do anything except wish for escape.

Your eyes are so concerned, so worried. You ask if I am ok.

How can I be ok? How can I? I'm being destroyed everyday, and you ask if I'm ok. I want so badly to show you, so badly to give you all my pain, but I merely shake my head no. I'm ok. I'm ok.

I would shatter, being the brittle individual that I am. I can never tell you. I must endure it all from inside—you can't find out. I don't want you to.

But today, when I was bleeding, couldn't you tell? Didn't you realize the pathetic excuses I gave you? Any intimations at all? Falling down the stairs? Honestly, since when have I done that, brother?

How can you protect me if I you are what I am protecting myself from? Besides them. Those nefarious individuals, they live to hurt, they live to destroy.

Sometimes I feel like I'm falling but you can't catch me.

You never could save me. They always say you could, but you couldn't. Why? You're not strong. Everybody thinks you are—you've always been the strong twin, the older brother, the more protective twin. But you're not. Why?

Because you wouldn't be able to do this for me. You wouldn't be able to give up everything to save me. You wouldn't. You'd break, even if you are older, but seriously. What doe ten minutes mean? That must be the most fatuous thing I have heard since I learned the meaning of apartheid.

No one can save me but you. I think I must be an agnostic by now. Where is God? He can't save me, but you can. But you can't ever find out.

It would destroy me. You wouldn't believe it. I wouldn't want you to do this for me. You're the sole reason for my existence, the only reason I go on.

I can do it for you. So I am. Because I love you.

Uh, this chapter isn't as good as the first. Yes, I wanted you to get out a dictionary.

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