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Was his life truly important? It didn't seem like it. People were chasing him for no other reason that him merely existing. People were scared of him because he were different. People hated him. What did he really live for? His parents weren't there any longer, they wouldn't care if he died or lived. Leilani.. Well, she wouldn't really notice if he disappeared and never return. It wouldn't matter if he died or where on the run for the rest of his life. The only one he could live for was himself. But was that enough?
The water was fast gone once Jonathan had gotten a taste of it. He hadn't realized how dehydrated he felt before water filled his mouth. "I'm fine now." He replied even though it wasn't completely true. He was getting better fast, but definitely not fine yet. A few tears started to roll down on his cheeks. He tried to stop them, but there wasn't much he could do about it. It was just to hope that she would believe it had to do with the fever.
"I just need to rest for a bit." He mumbled while trying to sweep the tears away. "You should probably worry about yourself sometimes too. I'm a wanted criminal. You could get locked up for life or even get the death penalty if they realizes that you know too much about me and about their hunting reasons. You could get killed because of me. If that happened, would you still say that I should think about myself and disregard others safety?" Jonathan didn't look at her when he spoke. He still hoped he could pretend his tears had to do with the fever. But he was genuinely worried for her. What if she got killed? How would he be able to live with himself then, knowing that it was his fault?
The water was fast gone once Jonathan had gotten a taste of it. He hadn't realized how dehydrated he felt before water filled his mouth. "I'm fine now." He replied even though it wasn't completely true. He was getting better fast, but definitely not fine yet. A few tears started to roll down on his cheeks. He tried to stop them, but there wasn't much he could do about it. It was just to hope that she would believe it had to do with the fever.
"I just need to rest for a bit." He mumbled while trying to sweep the tears away. "You should probably worry about yourself sometimes too. I'm a wanted criminal. You could get locked up for life or even get the death penalty if they realizes that you know too much about me and about their hunting reasons. You could get killed because of me. If that happened, would you still say that I should think about myself and disregard others safety?" Jonathan didn't look at her when he spoke. He still hoped he could pretend his tears had to do with the fever. But he was genuinely worried for her. What if she got killed? How would he be able to live with himself then, knowing that it was his fault?