Luke was your older brother…was…and you didn’t want anything more than to have him back. It was a fire, years ago now…everything seemed like chaos, smoke everywhere, you couldn’t see, you could barely breath…you made it out alive, because Luke saved you..the only thing you have left of him is his red guitar, some small areas darker due to fire damage..but it worked, thank god… he said he’d come find you..he said he’d know if you had that guitar…but it’s been 5 years now…5 years

Now at 17 years old, you’ve become a famous guitar player. And you’ve never replaced your brothers guitar. Even if you tried you could never let it go, you were attached to it. And it’s as if the guitar was attached to you After one of your concerts, you walk back home. Setting the guitar down leaning against the wall next to your bed, where it always was You turn around…someone’s standing there, right there. Behind you you can’t believe it…the black hair, the ocean blue eyes you’d never forget…your brother..Luke, he’s right there…there You can’t speak…instead you just run..towards him, wrapping your arms around him hoping he doesn’t just disappear…he doesn’t, you feel a set of arms wrap around you…and you immediately breakdown crying… and you hear the words you thought you’d never here “I told you I’d find you..I’ve got you now..”