This is just something short, but hopefully likeable. I still have a few more ideas, but I'll get them up for tomorrow.


"I do feel a little bit sorry for him." It was true. He did.

Cal was his brother after all, through blood or high water.

Then he arrived in a fancy car. Ethan hadn't put petrol in their shared car, he didn't think it was worth spending the money when it was easy enough to walk. Cal obviously had a problem with his legs.

Then he kissed a blond women. A very blond woman. A very Taylor-like woman.

He was deluded. Ethan couldn't think of anything better to diagnose him with, other than a broken heart.

That he could understand, for his own heart had broken almost more times than he could count. Yet most of those breaks weren't down to woman or gambling debts.

They were due to a problem called Caleb Knight.

That and death.

"Nibbles! I'm seriously, seriously hanging right now." His own fault. Ethan couldn't exactly say he sympathised for it wasn't something he'd ever done. It never appealed to him.

Still, Cal was wasting himself to vent from Taylor, to get her from his mind. It clearly wasn't working. Ethan could sympathise to that. He'd tried a similar thing when their mother was ill - just without the getting completely drunk part.

"Couldn't lend a fiver for some carbs and caffeine, could you? Cheers." Thanks for asking. Ethan thought he must have gone deaf. Oh, and lost his ability to speak.

Cal didn't give him a chance to answer, because he hadn't wanted to, because he'd probably known (even when intoxicated) what the answer would have been.

He might have been surprised if he'd asked and waited. Ethan had a big heart.

But he'd snatched it. Like he'd snatched his life savings, all because he didn't have his own, all because he was trying to do something good - admirable of Cal for once, but trouble seemed to like him too much to release it's grip, even for a second - all because he thought this woman was 'the one', the one he would spend his life with if he could just supply her charity with the money.

If he could just be a hero.

Bloody hero complex of his. That desperation to be the 'favourite'. The world didn't revolve around him. Cal needed to learn that. Ethan knew he wouldn't.

"Still feeling sorry for him." Lily's word should have some impact, and they did, but not the impact she had probably been looking for.

He didn't answer her that.

He didn't answer, because he didn't have one.

Or at least, one he wanted to share.

So he'd joked when Cal wanted the flat that he'd go and sleep on a park bench. That outcome seemed to be rushing up to whack him in the face.

He did feel sorry for Cal, nothing would change that.

Though he was beginning to feel sorry for himself.

He just didn't know which was stronger.


Thanks for reading. x