He wondered what bro would think, what he would do. He missed him so much. The warm long lights of laying together and watching movies or playing tv, the nice, thrilling strifes on the roof. But most of all , he missed HIM. He never got to tell him how he really felt. He saw that vision of Bro again. It always made him want to end the suffering, and move on with him. This time though, it seemed so real. He stood before the image of his bro, right on the roof, where he had died. "Hey lil man.. I see your still here. I just wanted you to move on without me. But I guess that’s not the case. I’m sorry." His ghostly figure cupped your cheeks, kissing you softly before disappearing. That was it. He couldn’t bear it. He stepped off the building, embracing his death. Dave sat up, gasping in his bed, with bro kneeled besides him worriedly. "Woah lil man... you alright?" he suddenly hugged him tightly, sobbing into the crook of his neck. He seemed surprised by this. Bro hugged Dave comforting him. "Yeah Bro... just a bad dream."
