[It's hard. Thinking is hard, breathing is hard - trying to just exist is hard right now. It feels like the entire world is ending but keeps turning despite it. He can't move but the rest of existence just doesn't care.
He wants to scream.
He wants to die.
He doesn't even touch the tears running down his face.
His head tilts lower, but his eyes are still on his brother's body as he speaks.]
CW: Suicidal Ideation-ish
He wants to scream.
He wants to die.
He doesn't even touch the tears running down his face.
His head tilts lower, but his eyes are still on his brother's body as he speaks.]
H-how do we-how...
Whadda we do?