What have we done? Was it wrong? Was it wrong?
Was it me?
Can't you see -
It's a long way home.
He didn't want to go through all of this again.
The black coats and white carnations, the endless tears and whispered "I'm so sorry"s.
And the pain.
He didn't want the pain.
He felt like he had aged 4 times the past 3 years, with Mother gone and Father sullen and morose, still recovering. Being the only one who took care of Georgie apart from Mrs. Reynolds.
Ofcourse Father cared.
Did he?
How could he do this to them? He's heard the chambermaid's gossip. About pills and a bottle.
He didn't want to believe it...but, to be honest, he wasn't surprised. No, not surprised, just this crashing wave of sadness and nothingness.
He felt like he was to blame. For being a bad son, maybe, for not...but his throat choked and the nothingness washed over him again and he couldn't think.
"Peaceful Death while asleep " the obituary read.
Peaceful, maybe for HIM, but not for Georgie, not for himself-
He was too young for this.
But God didn't really care. God didn't really care, because were you ever too young?