บท 40: Attack On Jasmine Hall (1/2) || Ruith

Thank you for being my brother.

He'd almost said it. Nearly had. 

But the time for confessions had been stolen from us, just as he'd been from me. 

To Simon, I had been significantly more than a friend. He'd loved me as a brother, and to me, he'd nearly earned that very title. We had almost acknowledged that we'd been more significant than friends, tethered closer than family, with a tangible bond running through our blood. But like the rest of my family, Simon had been taken away from me. 

Alone in the home, I remained, with my knees against the splintering floor and the stale air filtering through my nostrils. I was a wreck inside, damaged and broken to the fibers of who I was. My heart, shattered, was missing the pieces of me Simon took with him.