Circle
His brother’s dead. Suffering an eternity of torment because he couldn’t save him. Wasn’t strong enough. Smart enough. Just plain wasn’t enough.
He gets up and goes on everyday because he has to. Because his brother told him to and even though that was never a reason to do anything before, it’s the only reason now.
Beings who care about him are few. Those far away call but he never calls back. Those who are close fail to comfort with words and the softness of their bodies.
His world is grey. Light and laughter and life went with his brother.