Authors note: I'm a little iffy about the ending…suggestions?
The sun would not shine that day. As the boy's tears trickled slowly down his cheeks, the rain began to fall softly from the skies. He cried for the trees, the last ones to wave good-bye. He cried for the shrieking birds, who had probably seen everything happen. Everything. How he wished there had been no "everything". How he wished the birds had nothing to see, the trees had no one to wave good-bye to. How he wished that he had nothing to cry about.
A fierce wind howled through the forest, rippling the boys scarlet hair, but he hastily shoved it away. The rain was falling harder now, thicker. Round fat drops of crystal clear water pelted the boy's soft skin.
How he wished he were not alone. How he wished that the missing person, his other half, were here to make him whole. How he wished to release his feelings. He didn't want to feel. He didn't want to breathe, to exist. Not unless his brother were here besides him.
His brother? That word alone cannot describe his innermost feelings for the other boy. He was…he was his partner, his ultimate companion. And yet…he was so much more. He was the air, the earth and the water that made up the world. The very existence of either of the two was impossible if the other one was not there.
Inseparable since birth and how can twins not be? They came from precisely the same place, they were (and still are!) destined to leave together.
The boy pushed his hair out of his eyes once more and turned towards the forest. It had to be like this. There was no other way. How could anybody ever expect him to live through this? At the edge of the forest, the boy turned back. He gazed for what he knew would be the last time at that tall, crooked structure he once called home. All of the people in there…he loved them so dearly. He could hardly bear the thought of causing them more pain and suffering. But he would not survive if he were to stay. He had to leave.
Besides, the place was no longer his home. His home, his true home, had left him. But not for long! No, not for long. He would be joining his brother. They could exist once more together. It was the only way.
The boy forced himself to turn away from the house. He would not be returning that much was a fact. He slowly entered the forest. The wind was still blowing, but the deeper he went, the less he could hear it. Soon he would not hear it at all.
The boy continued walking, a relieved smile growing on his pale face. He knew the reason he was going was to suffer no more.