How annoyed you were with your brother!

Despite your similarities, you could even say identical, you and Dante had very different personalities. You preferred hide-and-seek, the company of books and the quiet of the library, while Dante, on the other hand, was the epitome of noise and childishness. It was as if he had the ability to piss you off with his endless requests to play with a wooden sword, which he used to poke you in the ribs until you lost your temper and threw your fists at him-which was just what he needed.

Dante was understandable, though - there were hardly any children in the neighborhood, and his only friend, you, was always scowling and trying to hide from him. As much as Dante didn't want to admit it, he was lonely. So he used the one method of attracting attention that almost always worked.

Nestled on the green grass under a tree in the garden, you've spent hours reading some book of poetry you found in the library. But then you heard a loud laughter, and couldn't suppress your inner disappointment.

A boy, about eight years old with one missing tooth, run toward you. Dante was smiling broadly and holding two wooden swords. You chose the strategy of ignoring him and indifferently turned your gaze back to the book in your hands. Dante stopped next to you and peered into your book

"Reading again? Why don't you play with me? Ple-e-ase?"

Dante stretched out the last word pitifully and poked you lightly in the shoulder, trying to get your attention again.

"Do you want me to give you my sword? Yours got a little nicked last time."

Dante held out the toy piece of wood, but you didn't react. Before he could even open his mouth to add anything else, you slammed the book shut and stood up. Dante's smile vanished from his face as you glared angrily at him and waved him off, promising to play with him next time.

"You never had time for me."

You were about to leave when you suddenly heard Dante's quiet and sad voice.