Sébastien walked into his twin brother's room. It seemed like just any normal morning. Afterall, Alen never woke up on his own before noon.
As he walked closer to the bed, hehappily sat down. He shook his brother in attempt to wake him up for breakfast.
"Alen, get up! Breakfast!"
But he didn't wake up.
He was breathing softly.. He was alive.
He was probably just joking around, right? He's going to be fine. It's just a joke. They've been like this for years.
He playfully slapped his brother in attempt to startle him and make him stop pretending.
..
He didn't flinch.
No yelp, no eye movement, nothing except the actual force of the smack moved his pink-haired sibling.
"Alen? Come on, quit playing! Xian made pancakes, your favorite earth food!"
".....Alen?"
"Alen, this isn't funny... Alen.."
"....."
He felt his heart drop. He looked around the room, searching for anything that could explain this,
"Pills...?"
"Alen.... What have you done.."
"I..."
"......."
"...."
"...SIJAH... SIJAH, SOMETHING'S WRONG.."
Sébastien shouted. It felt like the world was collapsing around him. His brother.. The only one who got him.. unerstood him.. The one he knew all his life..
Was he going to die..?
He couldn't lose him, he couldn't. There was no way, right?
Right...?
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