Ally Dawson wasn't always an only child. No, she was in fact the youngest of two. She had an older brother.

She was young when he had died, but she remembers him everyday. Her brother's smile and the way he could always make her laugh when she was feeling down. The way he would always sing her to sleep while their parents worked late. It was hard, remembering that he was gone because sometimes she is reminded of him. Someone she would walk by would have a similar laugh, or she's walk past someone who wore their hair the way he did. He loved his little sister, and she loved him back just as much so when that dreaded day came along it broke her. It shattered her into a million pieces and she refused to believe he was gone for the longest time, until she was forced to come to a reality and come to terms that she had lost her older brother for good.

His death couldn't have came at a worse time for the family. You would have thought it would have brought the parents together, but it made it worse and they did finally spilt, a month after the death of their child. And Ally couldn't escape it like she use too, actually the day after her brother's passing was when she had finally realised why at times her brother would send her to her room to go play. Or when he would take her there himself with tears in his eyes and she would reach up to wipe them away before they played.

Now, years later, Ally Dawson was sitting at the piano in the practice room. Her mind racing with memories of her brother as her fingers ghosted over the keys, lightly pressing the ones she wanted to play. Her voice a little quiet and sad as she sung the words to go along with the notes being played. Memories of helping her brother with anything that she could, doing what was possible of an eight year old to help a sixteen year old. She misses him so badly, but she knows she needs to move on and all she hopes is that she is making him proud with what she has achieved.