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Thomas froze as he saw that picture on his phone. It was just there, haunting him. It was taken the exact same day he'd lost him. He swallowed, scrolling down, to see even more pictures of them together. Before he died.
Thomas felt so guilty. If he hadn't insisted on taking that turn, Robert would still be here, making cringe-worthy jokes and helping him out. But he wasn't here. They were drunk, and decided it would be just an amazing idea to drive, and when Thomas told Robert go left, they crashed straight into a wall. Thomas only had a broken arm and leg, but Robert...
The German sighed, trying to hold back tears as he remembered the bloody sight, him bawling his eyes out as he realized his stupidity cost Robert his life, all the terrible things. He couldn't hold it in anymore and put his phone down, crying and trembling in such a pathetic way, curling up into a ball into his bed, sobbing as all the memories and good times came crashing down on him.
His alarm sounded, but he didn't care. He threw the phone across the room, a cracking sound being heard, but Thomas was so depressed that he didn't even want to stand up anymore. He felt like he'd been shot 26 times, crying like a baby. The world didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this. Robert didn't deserve this. Hell, Thomas thought he didn't deserve Robert one bit, even the Pole was still alive. Now he was sure of it.
Robert didn't deserve to die. If they- no, Thomas had made better decisions, Robert would be comforting him, making him some Polish recipe as he talked about his time with the Polish national team.
Thomas sighed, closing his eyes, just wanting to go to sleep.