Roman's POV

I wasn't quite sure what was happening at the time but I think I can recall it now. I kind of lost it like a psycho ex-boyfriend would and tried to kill myself. I tried to tell him I was sorry. I just couldn't... argh... why am I even trying to justify myself? I can't.... I can't focus.... where are my meds? My adhd meds? I started shuffling through my bedside drawer. Tap tap tap.

"Can I come in?" I can't tell from the voice who it is, "sure." My brother walks in. That's why I couldn't recognize him... I haven't talked to him in forever. "Can we start today over? It's been a rough patch in life then we can get through. I'm your older-" "-younger-" "-older brother and I will care for you and love you no matter what. So.... I'm sorry." "Did you say 'I'm sorry'!? Wow. Didn't know it was possible." "I mean it Roman."

"Thank you."