The little things

I had a brother.

He was the most sweetest person I knew and always tried to help everyone. But he had a secret.

He didn't like girls.

He liked guys.

He had a boyfriend. And they were so sweet together.

I was the only one who knew, since they told me after I saw them kiss.

He was scared, I could see it in his eyes. The fear of getting hated. Fear of getting hurt.

I told my brother that no matter what, he would always be my brother. My sweet little brother who meant the world to me.

I saw tears fill his eyes and his lips turn into a smile.

He hugged me tightly.

I felt his tears soak through my shirt.

I told him how much I loved him.

He smiled at me.

His sweet smile.

It was even brighter than the sun.

I wanted to see him smile like that more.

It was a little thing that i loved.

That day i talked with his boyfriend.

He was sweet and perfect for my brother. I could see that he really loved him.

Everything was going fine after that.

I helped my brother sneak out. I knew it made him happy.

It was a little thing .

For the first time, I lied to our parents.

I never lied before but I wanted to protect my brother.

It was a little thing I'd do for him

I swore to always protect him.

To protect his sweet smile.

But things took a turn.

Our aunt saw them together.

She told our parents.

They were furious.

They asked if I knew.

I just kept my head down. Not in shame, but in guilt. Because I couldn't protect his secret.

When he got home, he was smiling.

But when he saw our parents his smile faded.

I saw the fear in his eyes

I could hear his heartbeat quicken.

Before he could even ask, our father slapped him

My eyes widening

Tears forming in his.

That night was the longest night in a while.

After that night he barely smiled.

I didn't see his bright smile

My dear brother's smile slowly began to fade.

His boyfriend's parents also found out. They weren't happy either.

They yelled at him.

They took his phone and locked him inside his room.

He cried the whole night.

His eyes were puffy the next time I saw him.

He told me that he barely slept and that he always cried.

My heart broke watching them. Seeing the lights in their eyes slowly fade.

Watching them smile less and less

Watching them slowly break.

Out parents told us that my brother was going to be sent away

We started at them in shock. They said that the camp would make my brother normal.

My brother was begging them.

They were determined to send him away. I wanted him to stay.

He was normal.

There was nothing wrong with him. In my eyes he had always been normal.

My sweet brother, who I watch grow up.

Who I have to watch get sent away at the age of 16.

He snuck out that night and met up with his boyfriend.

They took many pictures together, even videos of them laughing together.

That night they decided they wanted to have fun one more time, before they went away.

And they did.

They even took a picture where they were kissing.

They wrote a letter.

A letter for me, thanking me for everything.

The next morning I didn't find him

I saw a note.

He wrote "went to the cliff with my love"

I could feel my heart sink.

I ran to the cliff. I didn't see them.

I could feel my chest tighten.

Tears slowly forming in my eyes.

I went down to the bottom of the cliff and there they were.

Laying down surrounded by flowers.

Holding hands tightly.

It looked peaceful.

They had small smiles on their faces.

My brother was holding a note, his boyfriend holding his phone.

I took the note.

It had my name.

I open it.

And read it.

I couldn't stop my tears.

They were thanking me, telling me that it wasn't my fault, but that I saved them.

I went to my brother and held his cheeks.

They were cold

But I didn't care.

I hugged him.

I looked at his boyfriend and held his cheeks.

I hugged him. I hugged them both.

I wanted them to hug me back

I will never be able to see those smiles again.

Those sweet smiles.

The smiles that screamed that they were in love.

I will never be able to hug them again.

To feel their warmth.

I will never see them grow older.

They will forever be 16..

I will never see the little things he's done ever again.

So I'll stay to remember the little things..