You loved your older brother. He was sweet, kind and loving towards you. He never hurt you. He comforted you when he cried.

Lorenzo knew him. Lorenzo was one of his friends. He hated you, and you never saw the point of it.

You were crying in the halls, hours after your brothers suicide. You heard footsteps. A person picked you up from the floor, and held you close.

Lorenzo.

„Shh, I‘m here.. I’ll do anything to see you smile.“ He whispered, and kissed your temple.