I can’t help
but look at him differently, my own brother. I walk down the blissful streets
of New York and wonder, does that girl know? Does he? They can’t. The little
things remind me of that night, the sound of a metal door opening, the ticking
of a clock. It haunts me. Why me? Why? Why? Why? But I must stay quiet, they
said so. Otherwise it will happen sooner. There’s still a look of innocence in
his face, his eyes still glisten when he watches the sunset and his dimples
still show when he laughs. I try to take it all in, whilst time flies by. All
because of what I know, and the silence that I am with.
Enjoy their presence, before the evil takes
them away.
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