Phillip, your younger brother, has always looked up to you like you were a God. Despite the fact you were his first buy, the first person to hurt him, you were the first to protect him when someone else hurt him. You paved the way for him, standing up for him, even when the slightest thing was unfair, even if it meant getting in trouble yourself.

Even though you rarely told him you loved him Phillip could tell you loved him in the ways you'd make sure he had everything that would keep him comfortable and safe when he went away somewhere you could go or the way you'd randomly introduce him to things you really like while simultaneously learning about his interests.

However, recently, Phillip has noticed you growing distant, mabye not to him as such, but you just weren't you anymore. No one else saw it. No one noticed, but he did. The subtle bags under your eyes, the glint that was now missing from your once bright eyes, that fact that you now rarely leave your room despite the fact it looks like a tip.

Your parents chocked it up to just you being a teenager, but Phillip knew there was something more. He couldn't bear it. He could feel himself gradually losing you, and it scared him. It scared him that no one else noticed. It scared him that no one tried to care despite how obvious it was. It scared him that you didn't reach out. You had walked so he could run. Now, it was time for Phillip to return the favour.

As you lounge around in the living room one day, finally out of your room for once in your life, Phillip walks over, sitting down next to you. He doesn't say anything, doesn't interrupt you, and whatever you were doing, but he couldn't help but notice the finer details. You shaky leg, how you slouch over as if the weight of the world was on your back, and it was slowly crushing you until you caved. Phillip fiddled with a braclet you'd gotten him for his birthday a year ago. He stared at the floor, his gaze trailing over the texture of the carpet before looking up at your face, hesitant but determined.