ok this is like an ancient drawing (and by ancient i mean like 1 year) of all the guys from season 1 after one of my rewatches of it which i still am pretty proud of
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ok this is like an ancient drawing (and by ancient i mean like 1 year) of all the guys from season 1 after one of my rewatches of it which i still am pretty proud of
— BUT I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM.
ohghuhgugh don't think about all Greg's friends. don't think about how many people were worried, how many showed up to his party and waited, nervous, out his door. Don't think about how many friends he had. Don't think about how his death haunts the story all the way through, how this started with the desperate act of closure for what happened to him.
Don't think about Jeff, after a year of loss and mourning, showing up to watch Greg's last few weeks of life on tape. Don't think about him pouring over them for hours and hours, watching his little brother deteriorate. Don't think about him having to mourn his death a second time. Don't think about how he shows up to be a hero over and over again after it all. And especially don't think about how him and Greg's last interaction was fighting.
Don't think about Jesse desperately telling Greg he was going to die- the way he flees like a scared kid, just two teenagers. Don't think about the way his voice wobbles when he apologizes, how he couldn't bring the axe down, don't think about the way he lays there, silent and agonizing, on the stump that would become his grave. Don't think about how he was only twenty, buried in a shallow grave. Don't think about his family, their candle-light vigil.