Normal day, like every other. Two sons, Mother, F-
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"Good morning-" Said Finn when stepping out into the kitchen. He was still tired from yesterday's event's. He was with his mom all day, trying to cheer her up-
Wait no, it was Philip. He shook his head as he thought of it. Where's Philip anyway? He looked around after one successful try of opening his eyes completely.
He saw Phil, his mom, and his... Dad.
Dad? He's Dead.
Isn't he?
Yellow envelope.
He's dead.
Finn suddenly felt nauseous, he felt the ground come closer, but in reality, he was falling. He soon was on the ground.
"You're dead." He said with a strong expression. The so said father frowned.
"Excuse me?"
"You're dead. You died. You aren't here." He said, looking straight into his father's eyes as he sat up, slow but steady.
It escalated into an argument, and then into a fight. A belt was taken out. Mother was yelling.
He started questioning Philip. He wasn't answering. Everything went silent.
"Finn, who are you talking to?" Asked the mother meanwhile the dad got angrier.
She didn't get an answer. Finn got up and left. Behind him, only his mom's sobs could be heard.
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Philip was alone, completely. Empty home. Empty empty.
Empty.
He felt cold rush through his veins, making him have goosebumps. He felt like something was calling him. He left the house.
It was nighttime. More like nightfall, but the sun was barely visible on the horizon. He was drawn to a feeling, which led him forward.
He was thinking, he felt like he was in a loop... He relived events from his life over and over again, but not only his own memories... Even having this feeling makes him feel the "deja vu".
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Finn was on the beach, setting up camp for himself and Philip.
"Stay with me" he said "We can be here together, without having to worry"
Philip felt confused.
During their childhood Finn was cruel to him and his family. So many things have changed after their father's death. He changed. Both of them changed.
After a while Philip was the only thing that mattered to Finn. Just so, he didn't realize it on time.
Philip didn't say anything to the request. His eyes were opened by the thought rushing through his head as he could feel what his brother could.
Cold.
Frightened.
Alone.
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Vividity
Conto----- A short story. Finn and Philip were brothers from hell, everyone thought they despised each other. They had a mother, and although their father has passed away, being together wasn't really their way.... -----
