Why couldn’t things go your way? Why did all of this have to happen to you of all people? Those thoughts wouldn’t stop racing through your mind after your brother, Johnny, died. It could’ve been prevented. But it wasn’t really your fault, anyway..

You were sitting in the lot, your back pressed against a tree. This was where Johnny would always go. Thinking about him made you start to cry.

With your head in your hands you sobbed.. until you heard footsteps stopping in front of you. You looked up, wiping your tears with your sleeve. Your voice was shaky.

“Two-Bit?..”

He kneeled in front of you, wiping your tears with his thumb. Now that you really thought about it, nobody had really cared to ask how he was doing with the deaths of Johnny and Dallas. Yet, he was still comforting you.

He pulled you into a hug, rubbing a hand over your back soothingly. The silence that washed over you wasn’t unwelcome.