Take me to Nirvana {Sam Smith}

Do you remember those days?

(1 week later)

My younger brother once said:
"Do you remember those days? When love was still around, when we cared and never let anyone down? Do you remember those days, when the sky would illuminate and you'd share those moments with a roommate? Do you remember those days?"

Those were his last words to me, and yes, I do remember. Tomorrow will be his death anniversary, he is buried in Austin, he wanted to move here with me, or as it said in his will.

Caleb was my only hope, well besides Nathan, he still lives around here, maybe I could visit him. I should find him, I went on my laptop and searched up 'Nathan Walker Smith' thousands of photos popped up, almost every single one of them looked nothing like my brother.

I had almost given up on the idea, until I found a picture of him at a local bar from a social media page. It, it was him, it was Nathan. I paced back and forth in my room, my consciousness was deciding for me on whether I should visit him or not. Maybe he could help me with my conflict between Sam and I. I didn't want to live in secret anymore, I found his address and packed a small bag, I got into my car and started the engine. I sat there for a moment, the past was hard, I had barely survived it all alone, but maybe I could survive it with someone by my side.
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I arrived at his penthouse, he seemed like he was making great money, he lived in downtown like me but a bit further into the richer part. It was really dark outside, I was debating on what I should do. Should I knock? Or should I leave?
No, I wasn't going to live the rest of my life like this, I was going to take a risk.
I knocked on the door, it opened, there he was, Nathan Walker Smith, he was as handsome as I had last seen him. He had dirty blonde hair with blue eyes like my father, Micahel Alex Smith. He was tall, like Sam, he was muscular but still boney, he looked about 19, he was as pale as me. He was still handsome.

"Ello," he said looking at me, he had a British accent like my mother, "You need help finding something? " of course, he was always the kind one.
"Ah, no, actually I'm looking for a Nathan Smith?" I said trying to play off the tension,
"Right here, and yes - I've already accepted Jesus into my life as my savior."
I giggled, he always had a sense of humor also.
"Im not a Jehovah's witness, do you remember a Sophia Smith? "
He got serious, is body tensed up and he coughed into is elbow wile leaning on the doorway,

"Who, who um told you that?"
"No one, Nathan I'm your sister."

{Nathan is the boy on the left, Caleb is the one on the right. Yes it is disclosure! I thought they fit the picture perfectly, special thanks to
Samfamworld
It is honestly and honor to have you comment and vote on this book, this chapter and the next are dedicated to you! Thank you all my little sailors ××
Love ~ Sophia Smith}