Chapter Two

            You held her tightly in your arms, almost like if you let go the world would explode. You were smiling happily, like a good brother should want you to. I guess I'm not a very good brother considering I don't want you to be happy with her. I want you to be happy with me; no matter how far fetched that dream sounds I still like to pretend it could happen. You glance over at me and your smile widens. Maybe there is still hope; or maybe I'm just screwed up in the head.

            When she finally decides to leave you stand with her in the door way for a long moment. I envy those moments. The ones we were not aloud to have just because we share blood. Or maybe because you don't love me.  You came back into the living room and sat down next to me, your sent filling my nostrils. A mixture of soap and her perfume. I almost gagged. You smiled up at me and relaxed into the couch. I wanted so much to put my arm around you and hold you close. Like you do to her. Da.mn it I wish I could be in her position.

            "Kevin are you okay?" You ask me waving a hand in front of my face. I must have been staring again. I couldn't help it, you are just so beautiful. I smiled and nodded. What's another lie? You just nod and turn away. You weren’t smiling and it was bothering me.

            "Is there something wrong?" I asked. You turned back to me with a small sad smile on your face.

            "I don't think I love Mallory anymore." You told me staring at your lap. "Well I do. Just not as much anymore, you know?" No I don't.

            "Yeah," I lied, again.

            "I don't know, I guess I've just started loving someone else. Someone a lot closer." You open up so easily I wish I could do the same.

            "Who?" I asked confused. You just smiled and glanced up at me.

            "Not tonight my brother." You told me standing up. I watched you leave and walk up the stairs. Your sent still lingered in the air. Maybe there still was hope.