Talk to me, brother
12-05-2014, 07:30 PM
His brother would stop, much to his relief, and return to face him. Neither could hold eye contact with each other, their gazes veering off in different directions. Awkward silence filled the gap between them, and it seemed he would have to be the one to break the silence. He would inch closer, hoping to get close enough so that only a few feet stood between them. I'm sorry. His voice was soft, but his gaze immediately snapped back to his brother, her expression sincere. He had been gone for far to long, leaving behind both his mother and his brother. But he had been lost, unsure of his place in the world after they had fled their home. By the time he returned, his mother was dying, he only got to spend a few brief moments with her before she was gone. It was something he would never forgive himself for. That day rang out clearly in his memories. Including when his brother screamed that he hated him. The words had stung, but he couldn't blame his brother would angry words spoken in a time of grief. He had done so much to deserve it. All he wanted was his brothers forgiveness so that they could move and begin to patch up their relationship. Speech, |
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