Visiting your brother’s grave never got easier, even if the years went by faster than you could comprehend. It was raining, but you still wanted to talk to him for a bit, only to find someone was already there. You never saw him before, but he was clearly soaking wet, so you crouched down next to him, putting the umbrella over his hooded head.

“You are going to catch a cold.” You scolded him, but he only gave you an amused half smirk, looking up at you, with curiosity.

“Yeah? You think so?”