When Dave was little Bro use to always take him up to the roof at night and watch the stars. Bro would sit behind the younger Strider and wrap his arms around him to keep him warm. Dave would smile and snuggled closer to Bro, murmuring how he loved him. Bro would smile and rest his head on top of the other's head. As Dave got older he started to stop doing this. He told Bro he was too old for the silly little child thing. That's when Bro started to have strife's with him. The rooftop cuddle's where replaced by rooftop strife's which always ended with Bro picking up the sweat covered, cut up, bruised Dave and carrying him into the apartment. He then would bandage up all the cut's Dave had. After that Dave would just go to his room and worked on his raps. He doesn't even realizes that secretly Bro missed the time they use to spend together….
Now Dave wished Bro had his arm's wrapped around him. He wished he could feel his brothers chest pressed up against his back, his steady breathing slightly rocking the smaller Strider. He wished he could lean back and have someone to catch him, but now when he leaned back the only thing that his back hit was the roof. He would stare up at the star, small tears would run down his pale face. He would remember how is brother would point out the different constellations. A few more tear's fell. His head rolled to the side as he gazed out at the skyline. It was fairly quiet. Dave thought about something Bro once told him. He didn't understand what he meant at first but now he knows. Now he has a understanding on what it meant. "And the silence that remains is the only thing that pains me now." The silence of nobody, the silence of the dead…. The Silence of his lost brother.
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