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One: Hugh was my brother. Two: Bethany was my sister. Three: Claire was mine.
Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.
“Have you come off your medication?” Concern filled her eyes. “Because I’ve noticed you’ve been sleepwalking a lot more this summer.” “Nope,” I replied with a shit-eating grin. “Still taking my pill a day to keep the voices away.” “Oh, Gerard, you know that’s not what you have to take it for.” “Which Gerard are you talking to?”
“You okay, Gibs?” Fucked in the head and getting progressively worse by the day. “You know me, Johnny lad, I’m always grand,” I replied, leaning against the windowsill as I spoke. “Why’d you ask?” “Don’t know,” he replied, and I didn’t have to be with him to know that he was scratching his jaw. It was a trait of his that I had grown accustomed to. “Just felt like I should.”
“All good, Joe,” she replied, catching ahold of his chin with her small hand. “You?” To anyone else, it might look like she was staring into his eyes with loving affection, and hell maybe she was, but I had a feeling that she was checking for something. His sobriety. “All good, Molloy,” he quietly assured her with a wink
His breath hitched and he dropped his phone, but instead of taking his eyes off the page, he slowly sank to the ground and felt around for it with a trembling hand. “Fuck…” His voice cracked and I watched as this huge boy, with limitless popularity and pull, broke down in front of us. “Fuck!” Head bowed, he clutched at his hair and continued to stare at the letter. “Fuck, Gibs.” A pained cry escaped him. “Not you, lad.” His big shoulders racked with shudders. “Not fucking you, Gibs!”

