Third Person Point of View Ryder is dead. No. No, I can't, no, I can't, I can't. I can't do this again. I lost my parents. Now, I lost him too. Why does this feeling feel so heavy? I want this to stop. I want this pain to stop. I can't go through this again. Not with him. "Ryder," I cried silently. I held onto his jacket he left the day before he died. I hugged it and buried my face in his blue hoodie. His scent felt comforting and safe. At the same time, it felt painful and lonely to know he isn't here with me anymore. "Samantha?" I didn't realize my brother was in front of me. Kneeling on one knee and a hand on my shoulders. His eyes were in sadness.
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