[It isn't fair. But then, when is life ever fair? He's known that since he was a boy. The world doesn't stop turning for anything, not for a single person or their plight. Daan's fingers curl into his checkered pants, grip tight and uneasy.]
...Let me try to think of something. There... has to be something I can manage to do.
[Daan has never been good at giving up on other people.]
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...Let me try to think of something. There... has to be something I can manage to do.
[Daan has never been good at giving up on other people.]