Live

by siriobiwan

Dave faces the fact that his brother is gone.

To be fair, I have not gotten past Act 4 yet so this might be inaccurate so sorry in advance!

I walked around the apartment. I used to think it was too small. Now I find it way to large. My steps echo in my ears. I feel as though I'm going in slow motion walking past the clean kitchen, the stainless steel refrigerator, my messy room. I stop in front of my brother's room. I put my hand on the door knob. I know what is going to be past the empty door. I know what lays in that room but still I open the door. It soundlessly opens. An empty room. Everything was packed away a long time ago. Alone. I'm so alone. I'm so sorry Bro. I wish you never had to die for me. Live. Live. LIVE. live. Why couldn't you live?

I'm sorry.

I wanted to make you proud.

I'm sorry.

Did I make you proud Bro?

I tried.

I tried so hard.

I turn around, my steps muted by the carpet. I grab the doorknob and close the room with a soft 'click.'