Side Street

by coeurgryffondor

Sunday mornings are always the worst. / 500 character one-shot from Tumblr. Someone asked for them in their inbox and I had every intention of submitting the best. Not a lot of characters to work with but I thought this carried enough weight as is.

Side Street

A cold wind blows down the side street he had taken to avoid others. Sunday mornings are always the worst, people going to church with their families. Ludwig used to go to church, holding his brother's hand as he was led to the front row to pray. Towards the end they hadn't gone as much, but it had always meant something to Gilbert. Now Sunday mornings are the worst, because life means nothing to Ludwig without his brother here beside him. So he takes side streets, cold wind blowing through him.