The Death of Me
He held into the wall as he tried to walk, "If you stayed, you'll die."
"So it's okay if you died but not okay if I did?" I sarcastically said.
He nodded, "Yes, it is."
"No, it's not." I want to punch him so bad right now.
"Yes it is, because there are people outside waiting for you to get back to them and you should," he said, "It's the total opposite for me, I have no one else to get back to, the only person that ever gave a shit about me is still here, so I'd much rather die in here searching for her then go back into that world, okay?" My chest tightened and the thought of punching him became more appealing, "You said it yourself once, who will give a shit if I died, no one."
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