Which One | chapter 1

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Only came out to eat.

One night, I got up for water.

Passed his room.

He was crying.

I went in.

He was sitting on the floor,

hugging his knees.

When he saw me, he froze—

wiped his tears fast.

Snapped at me for coming in without permission.

I crouched down and asked

if he was scared.

After a long time, he nodded.

It was dark.

He was afraid.

His room didn’t even have a night light.

I pulled him up

and took him to my bed.

He resisted at first.

But once he lay down,

he fell asleep faster than anyone.

After that, things weren’t so awkward.

Late at night,

he’d carry his pillow into my room

and crawl into my bed.

That lasted until middle school.

The night I tried to refuse him,

his tears fell one by one.

He looked at me with wet eyes, silent.

I lost.

Later, he was the one who suggested separate beds.

Then, in my sophomore year of college,

my dad divorced his mom.

She jumped off a building.

Not long after,

my dad died in a car accident.

When I came home,

Parker said hoarsely:

“Damian… I only have you now.”

And now?

It’s come to this.

I’m tired.