*ADELINA POV*
It was him. My big brother and best friend had somehow made it back home. He looked worse for the wear, but he was alive and standing in front of me.
I didn't know what happened, what he went through, or even how he got home in the condition he was in. I knew the clothes he was wearing weren't his own, because they were definitely not his style, but again, I didn't care. He could be dressed as Santa Clause and I would still be thankful he was home.
He let me cry into his chest for as long as I needed to, and when it dawned on me what he was doing, I felt guilty. I should have been making sure he was alright and comfortable. Not standing on his feet comforting his hormonal mess of a sister.
"I'm sorry, you need to rest. Let's sit," I suggested. He shook his head, and sai
