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3-45 The New Family Life

PREV NEXT Beginning of Gen 3 As a new season began, so did a new normal in Ibis’ life. This morning he once again cooked breakfast, while Lo

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What the Heart Wants Generation 2 Prologue.

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The day was rainy and cold when eighteen year old Connor decided that things weren’t going to get better for him. He had been in bed since Friday night, combing through old photographs and trying to distract himself from the inevitability of a new day, a new start, and yet the exact same feeling everyday. Go to sleep, wake up, forget to live, go to sleep, wake up, forget to live; the days were a combination of monotonous repetition. Connor was almost tempted to lash out, to yell and scream at people, if only for the sake of a change of scenery. ~~~~~

I want to start this letter off by saying I am sorry. I’ve tried for years to overcome these feelings and inner demons. I can’t keep fighting anymore. It’s amazing how you can be surrounded by an amazing family and still feel all alone. I’ve felt alone for a long time.

Andrew I do not want you to give up on your dream. I know you’re going to be a big time voice actor someday you’re so talented. Don’t let my leaving extinguish your dream and please don’t shut everyone out they will need you especially Brad.

Brad you’ve always been a closed book when it comes to your feelings. Please don’t keep this bottled up. I know it’s hypocritical of me to ask that since I did the same. But it’s because I know the feeling that I ask. You’re a good guy with a heart of gold, please never lose site of that.

Colton I know I promised to be at your first major concert and I am sorry I couldn’t keep that promise. Believe me I tried. I know it’ll be a hit and the start of big things for you. You’re one of the best musicians and singers I’ve ever heard. I know your ambitious and keep your eyes on your dream, but please stop and live in the moment every now and again. It’s nice to have goals, but don’t lose sight of those in your life.

Nick I love you little bro. I want you to know you mean so much to me. You’re my best friend. You always knew how to make me laugh and you helped me more than you can ever know and I want you to know I am so grateful for that. I’m sorry I was strong enough to see you grow up into the amazing man I know you’ll be. There’s no one else like you little bro, never let this world change you and I hope that someday you can forgive me for leaving you.

Dad and Pop I love you both so much. I couldn’t have picked out better parents then you if I tried. I am so lucky I got to have you in my life. Thank you for always encouraging me and believing in me. I’m sorry I wasn’t the son you deserved. You deserved a son who was happy and loved himself and I just couldn’t be that. I know I am in no position to ask either of you anything, but please do not let this destroy you or what you have. I’m not worth that. 

Lastly to all of you keep living, remember me in the small things you do. Don’t think for a second that you had anything to do with this, I have never been more happy than when I was with you guys. I’m so so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stay here. I’m so sorry I couldn't  hold on. I wish that I had been better for you guys. Please be strong. It’s not your fault and there was nothing you could have done. I’m sorry. I love you guys, be there for each other. I’m sorry.

                                                                           Connor 

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Hot tears began to well up in his eyes, and Connor pressed them away with the sleeve of his shirt; quickly, he’d done enough crying. He let out a shaky breath as he thought about his life.

The life he was about to end. Again, he felt the pressure of tears behind his eyes, but no matter how quickly he tried to dab them away they tumbled down his chin and plopped down onto his keyboard. Soon after, the tears stopped falling. Connor wiped his damp cheeks, saved and the letter he had typed.

God, he hoped he didn't hurt them too much. Connor pulled back the curtains to his room, and glanced at the sky; thick with clouds, and pouring still. He traced a raindrop down the window and met the eyes of his reflection. Connor let his curtains fall back into place. The day was finally setting, although it had been dark most of the day.

Most of my life, he thought, and immediately felt guilty when the thoughts of his family came to mind.

Most of my life, he corrected quickly, before wincing and letting out a breathy sigh. Closing his eyes, he pressed his palms against his forehead and pushed against the swelling headache building there. Please, he prayed. Please let them have long happy lives. Please protect them; they're too bright to suffer.

Eventually, the natural light slowly vanished, spreading shadows across his room that shifted in the streetlamp light. Connor turned. He made his bed, taking his time to spread the sheets across his pillow the way his father liked, and ran his hands along the soft texture of the top blanket; a gift for his 17th birthday last year. Nostalgic and whimsical, Connor quickly tidied the rest of his living space, running his hands across the things that held sentimental value to him. Calmly, he walked out of his room, pressed the door close behind him, and pushed his way into the bathroom five steps from his room. The click of the door behind him was a note of finality.

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Awwww, look at everyone being studious. :3

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Then Ibis took Lori to meet her new baby cousins! Eti had the triplets: Andrew, Brad, and Connor. When he got there he found a frazzled Troy trying to juggle all the babies. He quickly let go of Lori and offered to help put his nephews to bed.

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Connor Schmidt youngest of the triplets. Third oldest of the Schmidt kids.

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Ten year old Nick only wants to do things with Connor. Those two are super close and Nick always wants to tell Connor first when something good happens to him.

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Connor when not spending his time with his little brother Nick can be found at his computer. He loves making video games and wants to turn his passion into a career someday. 

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“So when the baby comes do you think you could put a sound spell up around our room?” Andrew asked.

“Yeah I need my sleep and babies are loud.” Brad added.

“I could try.” I answered. “But those are hard.”

“As long as you try I am fine.” Andrew replied with a smile.

“If it doesn’t work maybe we could give the baby away.” Brad said.

“We can’t give our baby brother away.” I sighed.

“It was worth a shot.” Brad joked.