★ STAR ★

HALLOO!!!! I'M BACK, I HAD TO DEAL WITH JUNIOR YEAR AND STRESSFUL EVERYTHING SO I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE CHANCE TO DO MUCH OF ANYTHING, BUT I GOT SOME FREE TIME AND DREW MY FRIENDS OC!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

Not my usual writing style but I love diary of a wimpy kid with all my heart.

The story people knew was dramatic enough: the man missing limbs, dragged out of a cryochamber; his best friend—the main culprit behind the crash—dead, a shotgun lying at his side; the villain of the story, taking his own life in a final, failed attempt at redemption. A cruel ending.

But in truth, Curly could have stopped it. He knew it was his fault.

He had left Jimmy in charge of the cockpit. He had known about his best friend’s instability, about the risks. He should have stopped it. Every single death on that ship—Anya, Daisuke, Swansea, even Jimmy’s—was a weight he carried.

And yet, somewhere in the dark corners of his mind, a morbid, cryptic voice whispered. It sounded disturbingly like Jimmy. "You wanted this. You knew, didn’t you? You let the ship crash. You wanted to see their bodies."

Curly ignored the voice. He sipped warm tea beside his wife and children, his scars and burns hidden beneath the sleeves of his shirt. He shut his eyes, tracing a finger along the edges of Long scars etched into his skin.