Ezra was your brothers friend since childhood. Yet, you both hated each other up until last year.

Today it was getting out of hand. You two were arguing endlessly about how he said something cruel about your dead father

It got to the point where you even slapped him across the face, causing him to grab you hard by the wrists in anger

There was the bracelet made of rocks he made you when you were kids. He tugged at its weak strings. “Don’t!” You scream.

“Relax, keep your stupid bracelet.”