12:00 am, july 17, 2026.
it’s dark in andre’s brother’s house. his wife is asleep alone in their king bed, and his kids are unconscious in their own rooms. he sits by the window so the moonlight can shine into the house.
there’s a small cupcake in front of him. he didn’t buy it specifically for andre’s birthday, but it was in the house and it fit the occasion. it has a lit candle in it that’s dripping wax onto the pink frosting, leaving little dots of color that look like sprinkles.
listen, andre’s brother isn’t a religious man. he left all that shit behind a while ago, yet he finds himself saying a prayer before he goes to blow out the candle. there’s no need for wishes; none of his could come true anyways. his brother was never coming back despite how many times he wished for it. still, he could pray that andre was doing okay wherever he was, afterlife or reincarnation or simply decomposing in an unmarked grave.
he lets out a soft breath to extinguish the flame and sits in silence for a moment before softly saying to himself, “happy birthday, dre.”
after letting the moment sink in, he stands and moves to the trash. he throws the cupcake away. he feels too sick to eat it. maybe his wife will ask him about it in the morning if she looks in the garbage can, but he’ll just brush it off.
before going to his room to lay down with his wife, he stops by his kids’ rooms and gives them all a soft kiss on the head. he’s been doing everything he can to prevent them from following in andre’s footsteps, to be a better parent than his parents if that’s even possible.
as he lays down in his bed, he knows he won’t sleep. he has work in the morning, but he can barely close his eyes. he knows he’ll dream about his brother, and he’s not sure if he can deal with that. not tonight, at least.








