I stood in front of him. I could hear the silent sobs in his throat. Tears falling onto his clenched hands. Looking up at me his long black straight hair just slightly covered his eyes. It was a beautifully sad sight. A handsome angel crying in grief over the loss of his brother. The sadness and madness evident in his angry cold dark blue eyes as they set themselves upon me. His streaked tears made his pale skin glisten in the lamps light. I had planned to only pay my respects. I had not planned to take hold of him and hold him close until his tears disappeared. I had not planned on his tears.

            Those wretched poisons fiends.

            “Leave.” His voice nothing but a sharpened knife. Ignoring his words I walked forward, my bare feet against the floor echoing in the silent room. His clenched hands unwound themselves and quickly gripped my exposed thighs. My heart beat rapidly in my chest.

            I was scared.

            The way his hate filled eyes stared into me and the way he tightly gripped my thighs told me to be careful. To be afraid. Still I could not leave him alone.

            I ignored the pain on my thighs and walked forward. His warm breath blew onto my stomach. Our body heats touching. Recoiling. I took one last step. My legs were in between both of his. He squeezed my thighs tighter. My hand stroked his cheek. Slowly he buried his face in my stomach, his nose just above my navel. I could feel his wet eyelashes against my skin. His arms circled around my legs squeezing me tightly against his chest. He was strong for a couple seconds before the most beautiful waterfall fell down his cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him tighter to me, like a mother would to her child. I slowly stroked his back comforting him. His salty tears fell onto my stomach. He sobbed silently. I didn’t know what to do or say so I just stood there letting him cry on me. It broke my heart knowing this happened because of me.

            I was the reason for his tears. If I had only chosen this would have never happened. Now not only did we lose someone we cared for but we lost each other. There is no way he could ever forgive me for what I did.

            If I had just listened...

            No, even then. If I had never gotten myself in that situation everything could have been avoided. If I had never let this happen they wouldn't have gotten into an argument. We would have never gone to that bridge. The car would have never passed by.

            Joseph would still be alive.

            Jonathan would still love me.

            And I would still be happy.