No More Freshness

~Epilogue~

  My brothers meant the world to me for the short time they where alive.

   To one, I showed him love and affection every day.

   To the other, I pushed him away and abused his trust in me.

   The day that Geno died, I thought that I, myself was going to die.

   When Decans died, a part of Fresh died with him. A large, large part of him.

   When Fresh died, I experienced true loss. Yes, it hurt when Geno died and yes, I was devastated but with Fresh, it was different. He was different.

   Created with no emotions, Fresh tried and tried to understand. I never saw that. I hurt him, thinking that hurting him would make him feel, but I was wrong, so wrong.

   When he finally started to feel, it was too late. He was dying.

   I had broken my promise to protect him.

   That cut through me like a knife.

   My mom, CQ, she barely talks anymore.

   She tries to be there for me, but I can see she's given up.

   Uncle Asy comes over almost everyday with Ink.

   Ink cries every time he walks past their doors. So do I.

   To say th at their lives were taken away too soon would be an understamtement.

    It was brutally ripped away from them, yet they still held a smile and a pun.

   It should have been me.

   It should have been me!

   I. . . I wish it would've been me.

   I still have Fresh's glasses and Geno' s scarf.

   I carry them with me everywhere.

   And everywhere I go is constant reminder of them.

   The food court, where Fresh beat up a kid because they had pushed Geno down.

   The shoe store where Geno found the first pair of shoes that didn't hurt his feet to the point of inability to walk.

   The thrift shop where Fresh found the first thing to give him an emotion, his glasses.

   Everything has them written on it.

   Mom's drowned in bills. I'm surprised she hasn't given up.

   Who's to say she hasn't?

   Aunt Com brings food for me and Mom alot.

   I never eat much though. Just enough to survive.

   I haven't slept either, I think I might pass put soon. I'm not sure.

   I wish you three were here, ya know. To see Mom and Com and Asy. They're struggling.

   I'm struggling.

   Fresh, your dust spread on me. . . Why?

   I just wanna join you too.

   I'm sorry.

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Ok guys, the epilogue is short, just how I wanted it. It worked out perfectly. Thank you for all of the support!

This book, as of July 13, 2018, at 8:59 AM exactly, this book was completed.

Keep on keepin on an I'll see ya on da Flip side!

-Oopa Out!