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“No, you’re not the best little sister you could be, but you’re my little sister and that’s what matters,” he said softly, adjusting himself in the bed and putting his hair in a low ponytail to get it off of his face. Connor looked down at his hands and just started laughing, tears forming in his eyes. “God, I’m such a fucking failure. I can’t even kill myself right,” he said with a chuckle. Upon looking at the clock, the odds were that his father wouldn’t even be home from work yet, and who knew what his mother was doing, meaning that Zoe was here on her own free will. He just wanted to tell her everything, tell her how much she meant to him and that she was everything to him; tell her how he hated being mean to her but didn’t want to confuse her. Instead, his laughing just turned into silent tears streaming down his face.

_{with his hair pulled back, she could plainly see the deep bruise encircling her brother’s neck where the noose had dug into his skin. it was so dark… she couldn’t tear her gaze away for several seconds. ❝—- um… ❞ zoe grabbed one of the tiny boxes of tissues from his bedside table. a few heartbeats passed before she started dabbing the tears away from his cheeks. ❝—- they said you had a minor stroke, because the rope cut off your carotid artery for about a minute. you probably won’t have any lasting damage though, so… ❞ there was a curt little nod. she doubted that would really help, or that connor particularly cared about his health when he had just attempted to kill himself, but she was lost on what else to say.}