brother part 3

i pass the time by telling myself he’s on his wy. 2 hours. 4 hours. still no show. did he forget? did something come up? why isnt he here? does he know that this is important? does he know i just want to tell him that i love him and he’s still my brother? that i miss who he used to be? here he comes.

“why am i here?” ” i miss you.” “ok. is that it”  “no. i want yo back to who you were.” “theres no such thing” “yes there is. you can come back. you can look and see that im here.”  “what if im happy this way?” “how could you be happy tat you left me here?” ” i have a life now. you need to suck it up and get one to.” “how dare you.” “get used to it kid.” he stopped then. noticing the look on my face as he called me my old nickname. “you said it. for the first time” ” dont be surprised” “i am. ” ” why?” “because i have part of you back” i hugged him. he did not hug back. he stood there. tensing. “you dont love me anymore do you?” “never said that. you need to grow up and stop looking for me. your old enough to take care of yourself now.” “i dont want to. ” “to bad.” “fine. walk away. i dont care anymore be that way. to be honest your nothing since that day. you hate me now. i get it. and i dont need you in order for me to move on. so…..fuck you!!!”

saying that i walk away. never looking over my shoulder. because i know in my heart he wont be standing there. he wouldve walked away. like he always has since that day.