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39. Because mine is.
Everything hurt. From his head right down to his toes. He was pretty sure even his hair hurt. It was a constant throbbing pain, a reminder to him for what was about to happen to him. He was dying, he knew that. He could tell the instant he came too, the instant the mind flayer was no longer in control of him. This was not what he had in mind when he pictured himself dying. He always imagined he’d either be old or behind the wheel of his car, driving like a maniac or drunk when he died. He didn't picture this. Sacrificing himself to save the very few people he cared about. Well the two people he cared about, Max and Elie. The only two people who he was fighting for. The only ones worth all the pain he was now in.
Who were both next to him the instant he dropped to the ground after the mind flayer died. He tried to smile when he felt them grab his hands. Tried to reassure them that he was gonna be okay, even though he knew he wasn't. He squeezed their hands back and let out a shaky breath. He pulled his hand away from Elie’s and reached up to place a hand on her cheek. “I’m sorry. You’re gonna need to find a new best friend.” He tried to tease, he didn’t want to see the sad look in Elie’s eyes. “Just… don't like them as much as you like me.” He breathed out as he gently pulled Elie down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. A sort of goodbye kiss. “Don’t miss me too much.” He groan in pain as he let his eyes close.