"Kiss The Snow" ☂

Chapter X: Untouched Romance

     Train to my feelings, I gripped hands, dead as eye, frozen as the sky was. I pressed against the two giant craters behind him, but the blood won't stop budging out. Feelings were boiling and shaking my thoughts, he was losing blood! Brother, I promise you'll be alright.

     "Bryan! Oh my god, please bear with me!" I kept trying hard to get him on the line, but he just won't stop acting like that.

     "Brandon, please go back home... Mom, and... Dad. They've called the cops. Please go home... I'm fine." Then I just lost it.

     "Shut up! Dude, we have to be independent now! Just stop being so filthy immature!!! Can you just please act like a grown up man for once! PLEASE BRYAN JUST THIS FUCKING ONCE!!! You're 22. I mean like, you're dying and you still have those shitty ass to say you're fine!" My guts tighten with my anger ripened up, it was feeling tense. I simmered down from my reaction, seeing his face pale and shaking from the pain, and from my bossy words.

     "Bryan, get some sleep. You seem so tired dude..." Tears were in downright to my sadness, blood just won't stop gushing out of him, Bryan...

     "Bro, I'm just. I'm sorry." He was pulling me closer, every inch with another stream of depression hitting me in sympathy. "Bryan, it's okay. You don't need --"

     "No, I'm sorry for doubting you..."

     "What do you mean? I --"

     "No, I mean... For being too naive. In times when you really needed seriousness. I'm so dumbfounded. I know we're 22 and all, but. I just can't help..." Bryan's breath was coming to an end, I kept him with me. My brother was dying! Don't leave me, please.

     "Help?"

     "I.. Wanted to let them see you be more dominant." That broke my heart in literal, chocking my breath. I can't stop crying. No. I won't lose him!

     "... Brandon... Sing me to sleep."

     "No! I won't let you just d--"

     "I'm alright, I'll just. Listen to, quiescence..." I'm starting to doubt him, laying my head on his shoulder and clutching on his arms like never surrendering him to heaven.

     "Brandon... Please." In that crooked plead, I collapsed on his chest and just let it out. "It's okay bro. I'm not dead yet." But still, I groped onto his shirt and petted him. Flutes played in my mind while his eyes paled into sleep. He was still breathing.

     I started humming the tune of You'll be in my Heart, that lullaby which made him collapse in the middle of a sadistic measure.

     I distinctly remember my mom, whispering the lullaby, when Bryan lost his fish. When he broke a finger, when dad suffered a car accident, when he was rejected by other friends. It made some time, to see that he all took it for himself, telling that it was all his fault when it wasn't. I continued humming the time, crawling himself into this position, like the brother he used to be. Naive and immature.

     Bryan's eyes were just shut the whole time I whimpered those words.

     "... Bryan, for someone as naive as you, you were the bravest of the mass." He started choking out blood, still urging to smile and feel so special for what I have mentioned. He refused to comment on my statement.

     "Brother, just please promise me... You'll learn to love snow."

     My eyes enlarged, sadness hindered as to come to realization. When was the last time I took my umbrella to walk around the forest, to daunt over snow? I felt, inexplicably brave, for what I have accomplished. I smiled and looked down on him. "I'm starting to..." He chuckles and gasps for air. My feelings came back.