As soon as my eyes landed on my brother, my knees gave out. A broken sob tore from my throat as I collapsed onto the pavement. Ethan was lying on the cold concrete, eyes open - still. Too still.
Pain exploded through my knees as my legs gave out beneath me and I hit the ground, hard, but I didn’t care. I crawled my way to him, my vision blurry from tears, my knees getting scraped on the rough concrete as I went, trembling hands reaching out to touch his face. His skin was still warm.
But he wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t moving.
No.
No, no, no, no, NO.
“Ethan! Please... no... Ethan - no - wake up! Wake up, please!” My voice cracked, desperation choking me. “Please no... no, this isn't fair... I just got you back… I just got you back.” I dropped my head onto his unmoving chest, straining
