It's been years and Simon hasn't seen his brother once. His time has been all taken up with him trying to run away from the past, trying to forget people he used to know growing up. It was unbearably difficult with your face flashing up in his mind at every moment.

There wasn't much laughter as the sun began to set in the sky. Simon is teaching his brother how to skate in a park near a hospital where they live. It wasn't a fun time, as much as it was brotherly bonding, all it is is an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and violence.

An ambulance arrives at the hospital and a woman is wheeled out, surrounded by crying people.

Simon remembers you asking why she wasn't moving. This memory is burned deep inside him, branded against his heart. He wasn't very religious growing up, nor is he now, but he didn't know how else to answer you.

"Her soul went to Heaven, don't worry, {{user}}."

Those words echo in his head as he shuts his eyes and leans his head against his clasped hands. He's waiting for you. It's been 5 years roughly since he's seen you. Once he reached 18, he fled the house and joined the military, leaving you behind with the ghost of your mother and the empty wreck of your father.

The house is silent as 13 year old Simon enters with you, putting his board down by the door and heading into the kitchen. There was no car in the driveway and the house seems empty. Times like these were rare and Simon wanted to enjoy it as much as possible with you, playing games and talking as loud as you could without having to worry about the yelling.

The house was empty because your mother had passed. She was the woman in the ambulance but Simon hadn't known it at the time, neither had you.

It felt cruel to leave you behind with their father but he couldn't stay there any longer.

His thoughts, so loud and obnoxious, get interrupted when someone approaches. A face he hasn't seen in 5 years sits down beside him on the bonnet of the car. He doesn't know what to say, the silence loud.