End of a normal life

Chapter 2.

Blake POV.

The sound of the wind blowing filled my ears.

To me, there was nothing better than moving your body, and my favorite way of doing that was by running.

"Sorry!" I weaved past a person with expertise, their clothes fluttered due to the wind I carried as I ran past them.

My body was full of excitement and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sped up, parkouring over rails and jumping down steps as I took the quickest way home.

My girlfriend Aisha was sick, she's been like that for two days now, although she had a few absences in the past, she's never left class while it was going on so I couldn't help but worry for her.

She's the best thing that could've ever happened to me, especially since I still felt hollow from the loss of my father, but anytime I was around her, I felt like I was on cloud 9.

Anytime I needed help, she'd help me, anytime I'd want to have peace of mind, she'd give it to me. She was the nicest, kindest and probably my most favorite person in the whole world.

My mind flashed back to the time we were in a café and she introduced me to this new drink, she said it was her favorite and that she was sure I would love it too. I wasn't sure whether it was because it was actually good or that it was her favorite drink, but I loved it.

Aside from my brother, she was the only one who knew me so well, probably even more than my sister and mother, I couldn't help but cherish and be thankful for having such a person in my life.

She would know when I was sad or depressed, happy or tired, I couldn't hide anything from her, that's just how well she knew me.

Thinking about her made my heart beat faster, I felt as if I had butterflies in my stomach and a blush crept up on my face as I imagined myself taking care of her.

I didn't like that she was sick, she seemed in pain each time she held her head and it worried me to the bone, but if my brother was right, then I could take care of her at our own house!

I was happy that I finally had the chance to help someone recover, especially if that person was close to me.

When my dad died, I'm sure my mother and sister hadn't noticed but my brother was the only one who remained strong, we all cried and cried, entering depression and causing countless problems, but my brother stood strong to help us all.

Even if I was physically stronger, no one could convince me that my brother wasn't the strongest person I knew.

I had no idea how he grieved, but I knew that he set aside his grieving just for us his very own family. At first I thought he was cold, but once I really thought about it, he was really just expressing himself in his own way and that was more than enough.

If he ever needed help, I would be there for him and I'm a 100% sure it'd be the same if I needed help.

After all, he's my brother.

I slowed down as I reached the door of our house, my body fidgeted with excitement as I approached the door and prepared to open it.

Suddenly I paused, a memory of me slamming the door opened came to mind, and I took several deep breaths to calm down.

Don't want mom warning me again now do I?

I held the door knob and slowly opened the door. Once I did, I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"I'm—"

"Ahn~ faster~!"

I froze.

"Huh?" The words came out of my mouth before I could even react.