You're dead to me. -- call-me-emrys (oops)
Merlin closed his eyes and swallowed; the words repeating on his mind like a broken record. He tried to block them, to dismiss the knot that formed on his throat, but when he opened his eyes again —wanting, wishing that it was a mistake, that his ears had deceive him and that Jethro hadn’t said those words.
It kept on repeating, his gut clenching and his eyes filling with unshed tears. His own brother… dead to his brother. Merlin had only wanted to make things right: help Jethro out of every problem he had, bring him home to start the broken family again, but things had take a turn for the worse and now they were both caught up in the game of the dealers with no escape.
"I’m sorry Jethro" Merlin uttered, looking at the ground, not being able to face his brother. "I’ll just…" He turned away from the other. It had been a mistake… Jethro himself had said it when they met, they should never have been involved in each other’s lives, but Merlin had wanted to be close to his brother.