Gunnar
People always ask me what was holding me back from making amends with my brother. What did he do to cause me to hate him to the point of hurting myself? I couldn’t answer them then, but too many years later, I can answer now. The reality is, I had no true reason to hate my brother, never have. He was the best of us. Always kind and ready to save someone or something.
He was the sun while I was the darkest night. Growing up, he was my balance. We shared everything and did everything together. It was always us and Connor. The troublesome triplets they used to call us, and I always thought that was how our lives would continue to be.
It all changed when I was forced to go to training. I had begged him to come with us, but he refused. He didn’t want to be one of us anymore and left
