Sometimes I wonder if everything he said was true. Like the time he said the lights turn on and off all the time but they went so fast you couldn't see it.
I also wonder if he thought about me or talked about with his friends as much as I talked about him with mine.
I wonder if he looked to me as a friend, a confidant. Probably not, I am only his sister.
I feel my eyes begin to water.
I often wonder if I made him proud, if he was ever in aww of his little sister.
And when he would show me nothing but dirty looks and teasing when I asked for comfort, I would think to get back at him.
What...what...oh what could I do that would hurt him, make him notice me, make him accept me.
The tears begin to fall, like a dame braking.
I finally knew, I would date his enemy, Draco Malfoy.
It was me and no one else, I lead my brother.
My husband asked and I answered, for I thought I loved him, he was able to fill my world.
I stand on top of the cold ground as they lower the coffin, a sob escapes me. I look up and everyone is on the other side.
He was my brother Ron and I? I was his biggest fan.
Now he is dead.