Brothers on a Hotel Bed

Maybe things would of stayed the same; you and I could of gone on living- taking no time to stop and realize we weren't actually living at all. We were surviving on what little we still had; a rescue buoy with the letters that spelled love on the front was something frequently pulled out of the boat and cast down to save one of us. Usually, the line was too short, we were too far away from the boat to ever expect a safe return, and we'd drown just a little bit more every time.

“Jeez, Mikey. I thought you were over what happened.”

I slung my head down and picked at my nails. “He's my brother. I can't forget.”

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