"I miss you, little brother," Damon muttered, kneeling down as he poured bourbon into the earth. The amber liquid seeped into the soil, darkening the ground around the base of a tree where a worn photograph leaned—a memorial for their younger brother. The one they never found. Damon stared at the picture, smiling faintly. A single tear traced down his cheek. "Why'd you have to leave us, you little asshole?"
He sniffed, wiping his tear away with the back of his hand before shoving the bourbon bottle to his lips, taking a long, burning gulp.
A quiet rustling of leaves broke through his thoughts, and before he could react, a hand landed gently on his shoulder. Damon turned to see Stefan standing there.
"Thought I'd find you here," Stefan said. He glanced at the photograph before reaching for the bottle in Damon's hand. He took a swig, his eyes locked on the image of their brother. "I miss him too, you know. We should've listened to him that day. He told us he was scared, and we...we didn't listen."
Damon's grip tightened on Stefan's shoulder. "It's not our fault, Stefan. We made mistakes, sure, but it wasn't our fault. We didn't know."
Stefan nodded slowly, but his eyes remained fixed on the photo. "I guess you're right. But...do you think he's moved on?"
Damon scoffed, shaking his head with a jerk that made Stefan laugh. "Hell no! Our little brother was the king of grudges. Remember that time he held a grudge because we didn't let him play poker with us in the 20's? He's definitely still pissed off about something. If he's out there, wandering on the other side, his last wish is probably to kill our asses."
Stefan chuckled, but his laughter faltered when an unfamiliar voice, yet one they knew all too well, interrupted them.
"Actually, I'd rather you both shut up and stop drinking all the bourbon."
Both brothers froze. Their eyes widened. Slowly, they turned around, not daring to believe what they'd just heard.
There he stood, arms casually tucked into his front pockets, a slight smirk playing at the edge of his lips. Roman. Alive. Looking very much like the sarcastic younger brother they remembered, though with an edge of something new in his eyes.
"Roman?" Damon and Stefan said in unison.
Roman grinned, his head tilted slightly. "Hello, brothers. Miss me?"
-
DON'T FORGET TO VOTE ;)
YOU ARE READING
The Other Brother
Novela JuvenilBonnie has had it with Stefan and Damon; them coming to mystic Falls, bringing all their drama with them and practically ruining her teenage life. Just when she thinks things are cooling down, in comes Roman. The youngest Salvatore brother who Damon...
