Ever since I was little, the person who I cherished the most, even above my parents was Chresanto. At thirteen years old, Chresanto was nineteen and attending college and using the money that he had been saving up ever since his freshman year in high school, he managed to save up twenty thousand to buy his very own house. This meant that he was moving out on me. Of course I was devastated. My Chressy was leaving me. I was going to miss jumping on his bed to wake him up in the morning. Stealing his car keys so that he would chase me around the house. Playing silly games like truth or dare. I was going to miss it all. Tears started to form in my eyes as I thought about how sad I was going to be when he left me all alone with our parents. But I would prefer Chressy over them any time and any day. That just was how it was. When Chressy saw me crying, he had asked me what's wrong, wiping the tears away as they fell down.
"You're leaving me!" I cried. Shoving his hand away.
"I'm not leaving you, Jakey." He tried to inform me, putting his hand back in the same place that I moved it away from.
"Yes you are!" I pouted. "You're leaving me in this house all by myself. Why are you leaving me? I wouldn't leave you Chressy! Don't you love me?"
Chressy takes me in his arms and holds me as I cry on his shoulder. "I am leaving the house, yes. But I'm not leaving you." He explained, hugging me tightly.
"Th-Then how am I going to see you?" I hiccuped.
"If you like, you can come by my house any time you like. I made a copy of the key just for you." He smiles, reaching in his back pocket and hands it to me.
I wipe my tears away as my facial expressions lighten up. Chressy always knows how to make me feel better when I'm sad. That's why I love him. He's the only person I need in this world.
After that, Chressy proceeded in moving out and just like he had said, he let me come over at any time I wanted. Every day after school, Chressy picked me up and each time he would ask me. "My house or yours?" And each time I would tell him I wanted to go to his house. In fact, I spent most of my time at his house.
But then, something terrible happened. One day, I was over Chressy's house watching tv and then he got a call. He picked up the phone and his face instantly saddened and tears started rolling down his face. The cheerful joy that he had before was now completely replaced with sadness.
"What?" He screamed into the phone. "How? This can't be!" He shouted, his eyes puffy from the constant flow of tears that were running down his face.
I quickly got up and ran over to him. It breaks my heart to see him crying so I wanted to comfort him as soon as possible. "What is it!" I asked impatiently and worriedly. What was my Chressy crying about?
"It's mom and dad." He struggled to get out because he was crying so much. "What about them? What about them?" I pushed. I really wanted to know what happened to my parents.
"Th-They're DEAD!" He cried, breaking down in tears. "W-What? That isn't true! Stop playing!" I said in disbelief. But telling by the way he was uncontrollably crying. I knew for sure that he was telling the truth. Tears formed in my eyes too and I broke down crying. We both sat on the floor and hugged eachother, both loudly sobbing but at the same time, both trying to comfort one another.
That was the saddest weak off my life. We each cried our hearts out at the devastating news. I still couldn't believe that were my very own parents.. were dead. Both of them. The car that they were driving in had rammed into a tractor trailer and the weight of the tractor had crushed them.
When we went to the funeral, their caskets were in the church side by side. Since the rest of their bodies were completely mutilated by the tractor, the caskets only had the upper part of their faces showing.
Seeing them at the funeral wasn't the worst though. The worst part was the burial. Seeing their bodies being lowered into the ground and being reminded that we would never see our parents again was one of the most horrible feelings in the world. I wouldn't wish that type of pain even on my enemies.
That whole month, me and Chressy didn't do anything but cry. I stopped going to school, being mentally unstable to handle the teachers and the students and just stayed home and sat in grief. At least I had my brother to be there for me though. Him being there let me know that I wasn't alone in the situation and that some what made me feel better.
During that the state had tried to put me in a foster care since I was now considered an orphan. Chres had to fight for custody of me. He filled out lots of paper work which showed that he was fit enough to be my guardian. This included house inspections, a background check, and papers that said how much money he was making a month. After a very long and hard battle, we had finally got a call that congratulated him in now getting custody of me.
While I was still bombarded with sadness, that event did bring a spark of light in the darkness.
Since now Chres was my guardian, that meant that I had to move in with him. We then started to move in my clothes and shoes and other necessities . I had a lot of things so it took multiple trips for me to get everything that I needed inside his house. We were finally finished after three days.
All of this in general made Chres and I become even closer. The countless nights that he had stayed up providing his support for me had sparked a new fire for me; in fact for both of us. I felt for him as more than just a brother. I felt he was too special of a person to be just my brother and have that be the end of it.
The once innocent goodnight kisses had changed too. The started from my forehead, to my nose, to my cheek, and one time I felt bold and when he went to kiss my cheek, I moved my head to the side so that our lips had aligned. The moment was tense as both of us were not expecting this. Chres was surprised, not expecting that. But he also didn't do anything about it. I knew that he had felt the same beautiful spark of emotions jump throughout his body.
So for a while, I had did the same thing again. Every night when I was laying in bed and he wen to give me a cheek on my kiss, I would turn quickly so that we would kiss on the lips instead. Not one time did he pull back though. This told me that he liked it just as much as I did.
Even though those kisses were intended to be jokes as I laughed at him for falling for my tricks, they ended up becoming so much more. And even though it seems wrong to the world, it feels just right when my brother kisses my neck, make out with each other, when he touches places on my body that no one has ever touched, when he makes me feel good. Why do should I have needed more, or wanted more? I didn't. Because all I want was right here.
