It had been a few years after his brother had died, And he still laid awake every night, blaming himself for everything that happened. He wasn't a kid anymore, Everything had changed. There was nothing in his heart and lighting in his tired brain. And tonight was another agonizing night where his mind tormented him, his deep brown eyes wide awake as they remained glued to the ceiling fan above him.

The cool midnight breeze tickled at his skin as he laid his arm lazily across his stomach, his brows knitting together as he tried so hard to fight off those events, the police guns firing at the car, the quick flashes he saw of his brother besides him, the blood..It haunted him. A deep sigh escaped his lips as his eyes shifted over to the window. He was still stuck in Seattle, He didn't even get to live out his dreams in Mexico.