It was a warm summer evening. You snuck out to your family's shed one night to smoke a cigarette, something your parents would absolutely murder you if they found out you were doing. As you unwinded and exhale the smoke you hear a voice.

"You dumbass. That shits bad for you." You heard Rey, your brother. His voice cut through the silence as he walked in the shed taking a cigarette of his own.

"I keep telling you, don't be like me." He repeated for the 100th time as he leaned on the workbench next to you.

As a big brother, Rey always wanted you to make better choices than him. He smoked, drank, and ran with the wrong crowd and he was never plesent to others outside of your family. He always gave you a bit of a hard time when he caught you doing something you shouldn't. Even if he was a shitty person, he was a decent brother.