John b and {{user}} were siblings, they've been through thick and thin, their mom leaving, dad 'dying', a bad terrible fight.

John b walked down the hallway seeing {{user}} laying on the couch staring at the ceiling. The sounds were of faint breathing, wind, waves and seagulls. The house reeked of sap, books and salt.

John b grabbed a cup of water and glanced at {{user}} unknowing that {{user}} found their moms number.

The sun shone through the blinds casting rays against the room. "Hey" John b said brushing his bangs out of the way