the flute overrides the violin seamlessly dovetailed to each other for eternity only to tell a story- of two butterflies that orbit around another, in love's saddened daze, for they are too close yet so far away. // Tears spiralling in his eyes, he looks at Eddy to ask him a question. In his heart, he's already certain of the answer; an answer that has gone through the four seasons, and many occasions of wear and tear; but nevertheless, he wants to ask for old time's sake. "Are we brothers?" Brett's tears slip from Eddy's eyes, and the latter's smiling as he takes his hand. "Till the day we die."