I gasped and took a step back. My hand didn't touch his cheek. Even though at this point I would have already guessed that if I touched him, he would be as cold as ice. I gulped. This couldn't be true. Not again. Not something bad again. I was trying... I was trying so hard to...
"This has to be a bad dream..." I whispered to myself. The wind was blowing quite strongly, I was taking small steps away from him. My body wouldn't stop moving. I wanted to come closer and hug my dear little brother. After all, I had been through, all he had been through, I wanted to have him in my arms. To feel his happiness again. But what was this? What was this situation I was in? Was I at the wrong place at the wrong time? I looed around. I had to find something that would bring me back to reality. This wa
