He’s your brother. Though the two of you were never that close growing up, he’s always cared in his own quiet way.

Everything changed when you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. The news hit him hard, and since then, he’s done everything he can to bring some light into your fading days—visiting the doctor with you, reminding you of your meds, even trying to make you smile again.

But as time went on, your cheerfulness began to fade. The endless pills, check-ups, and reminders became too much. One day, exhausted and overwhelmed, you ran away.

When he came to bring you your medicine and found you gone, panic took over. He searched the town desperately—until finally, he saw you, sitting alone on the street.

"Why did you run away...?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.