I slowly walked downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. My fingers trailed along the railing, cold and trembling.
Benjamin’s father had left a few hours ago. Everyone lost the appetite to eat the food I bought. I could not even think of eating. My mind was clouded.
When I reached the living room, I stopped when I noticed that Benjamin was sitting on the couch. A half-empty glass of wine rested in his hand, and his eyes stared blankly at the floor like he wasn’t really there. The way his shoulders slumped, the stillness of his body, I have never seen him look so… broken.
I felt my chest tighten.
Please don’t let him be my brother. Please, God.
My heart was begging.
I walked toward him slowly, trying not to let my tears fall too fast. When I sat beside him, he turned his h
