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I open my eyes and compose myself, albeit slowly. I go over to Johnny and look down at him. I stare at the wounds again and hear myself whisper something that I heard a very, very long time ago.

“Even though you’re gone for now, you’ll come back. In another time, in another world, you’ll come back. At some point in our lives, I’ll see your face, and joy will spread across mine. No amount of pain could stop you coming back. I won’t hurt you, and you will come back and melt the sorrow out of our meaningless lives. I will always stay by your side.”

I look at Johnny’s pale face and smile sadly. I know he’ll come back. I’m sure of it. This has happened before. And yet, I have a feeling of dread knowing that he won’t come back. He CAN come back, but he won’t want to. I didn’t tell him about the voice in my head. He would’ve thought that I was murdering him in cold blood. I can imagine him shouting, and the sound brings me to happier times, when we were side by side, guns out, fighting as one. His shout reassured me, let me know that he was still alive. I would shout back, so he knew I wasn’t hurt. The man at my feet threw himself into hell to keep me safe, and I should’ve done the same. And now… He won’t come back from the dead. He won’t come back as a ghost, or a zombie. And as the icy realisation scars my face, one last tear runs down my face.

We were like brothers, like family. And I killed my brother. I wouldn’t have been shocked if he was my ACTUAL brother, either. We always knew what the other was thinking. And, for one last time, I knelt down beside my partner in crime and choke out my last words to him as I close his eyes. “I’m alright Johnny. I’m by your side. Always by your side.”

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I open my eyes and compose myself, albeit slowly. I go over to Johnny and look down at him. I stare at the wounds again and hear myself whisper something that I heard a very, very long time ago.

“Even though you’re gone for now, you’ll come back. In another time, in another world, you’ll come back. At some point in our lives, I’ll see your face, and joy will spread across mine. No amount of pain could stop you coming back. I won’t hurt you, and you will come back and melt the sorrow out of our meaningless lives. I will always stay by your side.”

I look at Johnny’s pale face and smile sadly. I know he’ll come back. I’m sure of it. This has happened before. And yet, I have a feeling of dread knowing that he won’t come back. He CAN come back, but he won’t want to. I didn’t tell him about the voice in my head. He would’ve thought that I was murdering him in cold blood. I can imagine him shouting, and the sound brings me to happier times, when we were side by side, guns out, fighting as one. His shout reassured me, let me know that he was still alive. I would shout back, so he knew I wasn’t hurt. The man at my feet threw himself into hell to keep me safe, and I should’ve done the same. And now… He won’t come back from the dead. He won’t come back as a ghost, or a zombie. And as the icy realisation scars my face, one last tear runs down my face.

We were like brothers, like family. And I killed my brother. I wouldn’t have been shocked if he was my ACTUAL brother, either. We always knew what the other was thinking. And, for one last time, I knelt down beside my partner in crime and choke out my last words to him as I close his eyes. “I’m alright Johnny. I’m by your side. Always by your side.”