“How can one wither when they’re still alive? The answer is varied, but unfortunately this is a rather common occurance...”
“...You know how he died, don’t you.”
“........” The blurred, yet solid, figure turned around to face the current speaker, and smiled.
“A....smile? ....You....YOU BASTARD!!”
Then they took the figure by their collar, pulled and pushed them harshly to the wall.
“Why are you just smiling?! Why won’t you tell me?! I deserve to know what happened!!”
It is true, they did indeed smile, but not a wicked one. It was one of sympathy. But the more vocal of the two wasn’t sure, and took it with rather violent offense.
But they didn’t know however else to deal with the fact that their brother was dead, and they were the reason why.










