A single autumn leaf fluttered from its branch and danced through the empty air. The flash of red spiralled silently to the bottom of the window, as Mikael watched it disappear. His blonde, wolfish hair streaked across his face and over those deep, dark blue irises. His slim and brittle white body lifelessly laying upon the bed of his prison-like room.
(Brother is gone…) Was the only thought that echoed through his mind. (We didn't even get to say goodbye…)
As he clutched the loose collar of his giant white shirt, Mikael gritted his teeth, curling up into a ball. The air was cold and silent, but his body was burning up, and his ears were ringing relentlessly.
The little boy spluttered suddenly - his coughs rattling through his rib cage. He half-buried his face into the sheets of his bed
