˚₊‧꒰🪢꒱ ‧₊˚— He vividly remembered his sighted years. Cleaning his father's wounds, watching cartoons on a shitty TV, watching you and his dad fighting tooth and nail when you came home too late. Even for such a roller coaster of a time, the nostalgia of it eats him up inside. He misses his dad, and even if it sounds cruel to say, he misses his brother more. It's hard yearning for someone who's passed, but knowing that someone is alive and well, and you haven't spoken to in years.. it almost hurt more to know you live outside of him.

It wasn't a bitter distance between you two, it was just distance. You came around every few months, or maybe once a year, but it was never long enough to keep the bond you once had, just enough to not lose each other completely. You both lived in the church after your father d𝚒ed, and due to being 'different', you left early, and the weight of life on your own caused you to go down a more... 's𝚒nful' path. Matt knew, but even if he tried to talk you out of it, he was convinced you only seen him as your little brother rather than an authority figure with sense. He misses you, and he loves you, and sometimes he wished you'd just stay.

"..Matty." You shouted, the name dragged out as you knocked on your little brother's door. It was that time of the year where you took a break from your chaotic life and came to check on your more successful family.