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“I love you little brother!”
My hands wrapped around him. He’s so tiny and holdable! I just can’t help it. I hope the future is like this too.
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Light hits my window. A new day has begun! I hugged my little brother, who was in the same bed because he had a nightmare. Don’t worry, your big sister is here for you!
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Today is perfect. The sun is shining down on all of us. Kel and Aubrey aren’t bickering. Basil and Sunny are hovering a small patch of flowers. Hero sitting beside me (who looks flustered) on the picnic blanket.
“What’s wrong, my hero?”
I started giggling at his red face. It’s getting hotter. Maybe I should take Sunny home so he doesn’t overheat. Would he’d want that though. He was so attached to the blond already. Maybe he doesn’t mind the heat if it’s to be around that blue eyed boy.
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My little brother got a violin for Christmas! We can do recitals together now! I’m so excited. He is a little off, but nothing practice can’t fix!
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“Sunny you’re playing it all wrong!”
“So-sorry.”
He looked at his feet, trying to hide his failure and his tears probably. Maybe I was too harsh, but this had to be perfect. My feet dragged over to him and I pulled the shaky boy into an embrace.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out on you like that.”
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“Why would you do that?! The recital is all ruined now!”
I glanced at the broken violin at the bottom of the stairs.
“I would have never wanted to do the recital if I was forced to stay in and practice all day!” The black haired boy cried. Tears flowing violently down his pink cheeks that I could pinch all day.
He tried to leave, but I went in front of him.
“We aren’t done!”
“Move!”
Suddenly I felt a shove, I felt shock in my body, as I tumbled down. Last thing I heard was a scream before everything went black.
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Four years later, I saw a black haired boy coming to a stone, engraved with my name. He looked like he had a folded piece of paper in his hand.
“I’m so sorry Mari.” His voice trembled and hid pain.
“No. I’m sorry, for making you go through that.”
A little silence later, another boy came in, with flowers. Not any flower, lilies of the valley.
“Basil?”
The blond started back at him with a gentle look to his eyes, “Sunny? You are here to wish Mari a happy birthday too?”
“Mhm.”
Those two sat in front of my grave.
Basil leaned forward and gently put down the lilies of the valley. “Happy birthday Mari.” He smiled a bit, not as big when we were kids, but I can still feel his overflowing sweetness from it.
Eventually, Sunny opened the piece of paper in his hand, placing it down next to the flowers. Good thing it wasn’t windy today, or it would have blown away.
The two boys sat against each other, in silence, hands interlocked. They looked up and stared into each other’s eyes. I always knew Sunny was attached to Basil, but I don’t think best friends stare in each other’s eyes like that.
Basil was looking at Sunny with a sparkle in his eyes that none of us saw. He looked happy and relieved. He knows everything will be okay now and he’s not just saying that to cheer people up.
Sunny was smiling, even if it was small, it meant something. As my brother barely even showed emotion at all. His dark eyes were looking at Basil’s with such. Actually, I can’t even tell. Maybe it was love? I used to so good on catching my brother’s feelings. Well, I guess things change, one thing that won’t change though, is my love for my little brother!
The pair got up and started walking away, still holding hands. I stopped leaning on my grave and went to see what was on the paper. Oh! It’s poem! What a nice gift. I always loved my little brother’s writing, even if it was sad most of the time.
the photo
it is old and dusty
it hadn’t been touched in ages
it is supposed to be cold
but makes me feel nice and warm
while making me sad
my tears
are just like the chilled rain drops outside
it hits the pavement
making me feel colder
I really do miss you
when will you come back?