<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Theo had just managed to nod off when the soft click of his bedroom door opening jerked him  awake. His breath stuttering in his chest as he lay perfectly still. He'd wondered how long it'd take before Michael came to finish what he'd started. Did Theo want to die? No. For all of the times he thought that he did, he quite liked being alive. But would he fight the inevitable? At the hands of his long lost brother, no. No, he would accept his fate. It was the least he could give Michael after having abandoned him for all those years. <br/>
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And as the bed dipped, Michael's fingers brushing against Theo’s leg, the artist waited for the end. Wondering if he would feel it. What would he see in his final moments?<br/>
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Though as time passed, and only Michael's soft breathing whispered near his ear, Theo reconsidered his initial assumption. Lying for a long moment in still silence before he turned over. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, voice a low whisper.  </span>