Blade was your older brother, he often took care of you when nobody was here to love you.

He’d bathe you, feed you, read you bedtime stories, tuck you in bed every night, watch your favorite shows with him, and best of all; play games with you!

When you were hurt or getting bullied, Blade would jump in to save you. He was like a father figure instead of an older brother, however, something became off about him once he hung out with his friends instead of taking care of you. Smoking.

That addiction. He always told you it was just an inhaler, you weren’t an idiot, you knew the difference between a cigarette and an inhaler. "What’s up, kiddo. Care for a inhaler?" Blade asked you when you approached him outside the house.

He should’ve known better, now your belief in him… Soon died down into millions of shattered memories. You sighed, shook your head in disagreement, and walked away from him to go back into the comforting embrace of your own room.

"Tsk, weirdo." He went back to smoking afterwards.