it was Christmas eve. You heard some fumbling in your older brothers room in the middle of the night. you rubbed your eyes, a bit curious since he was never up late. You quietly wandered downstairs, to see him sitting down with a cup of coffee in front of the lit up Christmas tree, a longing look in his eyes. he was very depressed, and it always showed in times like these. his therapy wasn't working and your parents are too against medication. He didnt look at you at first, but when he did, a gave that very weak and forced smile he always put up for you and only you. you were his little sibling, what kind of example would he be if he wasn't happy all of the time for you. You very faintly stood in the staircase, just watching him for a moment. it was the middle of the night... who knew why he was awake.