My brother and I have an interesting relationship. We are tight as siblings, but ever since we sort of became our own persons, our interests separated dramatically. It’s to be expected I suppose, but I always wished I could’ve had a closer relationship to my younger brother than I do right now.

When we were kids, things were different, we spent a lot of time with our dad, my brother and I played together, even slept in the same room together. Of course the three of us had our own differences, but we stood up for each other when we needed to.

I remember this one time the three of us spent time camping on our own. For 3 days we had fun doing anything we wanted. We laughed a lot. My sides had hurt so many times from that trip, they were still sore when we got home.

Great times.

I want them back, I want my brother back.

Why did you have to go and do what you did? Why? After all he’s done for you! After all we went through together, you still went through with it.

Why Lucifer, why?