>>3185115>Hey, do you still hang out with, uhm, Marius, right?>Oh. No... Marius passed away.. The look on her face broke my heart right there. In an instant, she went from cheerful and a little flirty to the brink of crying. Turns out, the kid had had leukemia - actual fucking blood cancer - and he had dealt with it throughout his whole childhood. Now, I didn’t really think about my younger self's internet Death Note experience quite yet, until-
>I’m sorry, I didn’t know. >No, it’s okay. Marius, he… He was actually starting to get better. That time you met him, that was the healthiest he had ever been. I remember he said he was really glad he got to meet you like that, and not with a hospital gown and tubes sticking out of everywhere, heh. But then, not long after that, he just ... fell apart... They had tried everything. His parents got him into some experimental treatment trials, his mother even quit her job to care for him - but in the end, none of it worked. He couldn't fight it anymore. His immune system didn't work as it was supposed to, his blood stopped delivering oxygen to his cells.. Towards the end he couldn't even speak.
At the ripe age of 16, Marius died in the hospital - frail, bald, and with only one real friend in the world. He didn’t even get to go to high school.
I've done stupid things, I've done a lot of weird shit, and I've done some really mean stuff too, but nothing feels quite as evil as this. I know that statistically, leukemia is the most common kinds of cancer in kids and young teens, and that remission can happen at any time. I know that he had been ill most of his life already. But I can't rid myself of the feeling that I killed Marius. I mean, I cursed him, and he died in the most curse-like fashion I've ever heard of. I've never told anyone about this, and I never spoke to Sara again either. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for this.
