The kiss was brief but intense.
When Albert left my lips, he pulled me closer, and he buried his face on my neck. The small paper was still in my hand, and I wanted to confront him about it. I would go insane if I didn't. But all the words I wanted to say, all the questions I wanted to ask were gone the instant I heard his sob.
I wrapped my arms around him and let him weep.
"My brother's gone," he cried, and I could feel the tears now rolling from his eyes to the skin of my neck.
My tears welled my eyes, too, because I could feel his misery and yet, I have no ways to ease the pain he's feeling right now.
I didn't know how long we're like this, just crying and holding each other close. When I think he stopped crying, I moved away a little and hold him on both shoulders.
His eyes were
