Something just doesn't seem right at the end of this.
Days only seemed to get only longer for Max. The memories of last year haunted him. Now that Max was 18, he felt wiser, though every now and again he would scare himself. The last time he smiled was in September, when he defeated the first follower. Other than that, not even a hint of happiness crossed his lips. But, what frightened him the most was what he did yesterday. He felt depressed like he normally was sometimes, but instead of coping with it, he took water and tried to pour it into his eyes. For Max, it felt as if he was a chair that couldn’t take any more weight, like he couldn’t carry his burden. All he wanted to do was cry for once in his life, as he watched his friends did when Noah died. The thirst for tears never felt so strong now.



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