TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE.
RONAN
Growing up with two younger brothers often means less sleeping time than the rest of them. It’s always been my responsibility to take care of them, protect them.
They’re grown men, but I would give my life away in a heartbeat if it means keeping them far from harm.
Still, I did think I would get a f*****g break—just like everyone else—during the few days we have to spend here.
I was wrong.
Malachi bursts into my room and taps my leg viciously, waking me up from sleep. My eyelids part, much to my disdain.
There’s worry in his grey eyes, and his right hand is shaking terribly despite its firm grip on my ankle.
I narrow my eyes on him as I sit up. Something is wrong. Malachi hasn’t been this worked up about anything in years. Ever since…
I shak
