Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It took you a long time to accept the truth. Your older brother was... gone.
You knew he was in prison, you knew he was an awful person, yet you stuck around. Why? Because you still loved him, no matter what he was.
All of this, only to find out he was dead.
You were in your room, silently grieving. Until you felt a sudden coldness in the room, and then a voice. "Hey."