I have a cousin, who I care for very much. He's 2 years younger than me, but was born in the exact same day I was. We share a birthday and we're family. So for the past decade or so, we've grown close. My mom is close with his mom (heck, they are sisters), so our familys will always be in contact. But, ever since I've seen him jump through a window in an attempt to kill himself. Its been different. And anyone who ever expects a relationship to stay the same after an event like that, is a fool.
I was the only one there that day. I was the only one who could help him out.
Its wierd too, cause no one talks about it; not even him. Not even me.
And I know its changed me. I just don't think that its changed me for the better. Everyone has thoughts and memories that their mind always comes back too, and for me, until I can get past it, this is one of mine.
But yeah, I don't know why I'm writing this in here. I guess I just need to get it off my chest.
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