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3:35am: They spent the final night together. 1 knew it was the end, the other was happy for the time.
One did all the talking. The other just sat there listening.
Listening to the things he was saying. In pain, but not entirely consumed by it. He knew.
The talking one spilled himself. Spilled himself in a way that he had never done & hadnt done since.
He spoke of everything. Things that he'd never let anyone else hear. He cried towards the end.
Cried tears of revelation that made it all seem better for a while. The silent one sat stock-still, letting
the talking one let it out.


And when it seemed like he had cried all his tears, he took his hand and looked him in the eye.
The tears streamed harder, faster, like they would never end. Like all he was, all he'd ever be, was flowing out now.
All his hopes and dreams were given a breath of fresh air, a chance at materializing.

"Dont leave please. Godfuckingdammit dont fucking leave me now."
The other smiled. His eyes had started watering as well.
"I'll fix it. I swear I will. I'll right it. Just dont fucking make me."
His head tilted and a sad smile spread across his face. As if he knew what was coming.
"But.. I... Cant.. Dont. Please? Please dont make me do this." and the waterworks started again.
He lifted the crier's hand, and kissed the back of it once. He seemed like he knew that these things happen,
that sometimes, all the begging and pleading in the world cant reverse the river.

"Your one kind of fucking friend you know." he said as he tried to dry his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt.
"The kind thats never backed down from a fight. Thats always been there to listen when I didnt want to talk to anyone else.
How am I going to make it without you? You've been there when I needed you. And now I just want you to stay.
I know Im being selfish."
He remained silent, the silent one. Unsure of what to say. He then looked at the other in a sort of signal, as if to say, 'Its time.'
Wiping the residue from his cheeks, he nodded.
"Yea. I know. I'll miss you bro." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the needle.
The silent one gave him his arm. Tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
"We had some good times huh? Dumbass. Heh. Sniff. Ahh fuck."
The needle pierced the skin and hit the artery. He had started the delivery.

Holding onto the syringe, he couldnt look into the his eyes.
As much as the silent one was trying to make eye contact for the few seconds he had left.
His eyes traced up his arm, until he was at the shouder. The the neck. Then the chin. Then the eyes.
They both fell to the ground. Both were kneeling now. Heads against each other.
Propping each other as they had always done. That unspoken bond.
Both were crying now. One out of grief & the other relief.
One's pupil's dilated, the other's contracted.
One's heart was racing, the other's was slowing down.
The silent one turned and said, "You'll figure it out man. It aint that hard. Just ke-"
His voice trailed off as he fell to the ground and landed on his back. Mouth gaping. Eyes forever watching the sky.
The soil caught him as softly as it could. The crickets had a moment of reverence.
The moon watched on as she had done for millenia past. In silence. And quiet contemplation.