It was quiet. Peaceful. I stepped into the room softly, not the least bit tired from my night of insomnia, and took a moment to just observe my slumbering brother, still passed out on his own bed in the exact position I left him the night before.
Tyler lay snoring softly in the dim glow of the gloomy dawn, sky still overcast and gentle rain pattering against the window, soothing the sleeping young man. Loose blonde hair, a dull gold in the dim light, covered his closed eyes, obscuring the fierce, challenging gold in restful sleep. His black undershirt rode up his exposed stomach, and his gunmetal hand rested on his navel. It shone dully in the early morning light, the steel gleaming all the way up to the sleeping boy's arm to his collarbone where steel met flesh with the jagged scarring h
