Am I important to you?

The coldness of my heart blinded me of the mistakes I was doing. Each day that passed seemed to be a joke for me, until I received the call.

"Brother" it was West.
"What, West?!" I was angry with him since Christmas.

"I need you" he said and I started laughing. "You are dying, Gilbert"

"What do you mean with "dying", West?" I laughed.

"You've got cancer" that word shocked me. I hung up and I stared at the window, lost. I didn't know what to say, I was surprised. The life is mysterious; you'd never know when it's going to end, even with my illness.

That night, I was walking upstairs on West's house. Feliciano, his best friend, helped me with all my clothes.

"He said you are sick, Ve~" Feliciano was innocent; I knew that. But that word made me angry, how someone so awesome like me could be sick?! Sick of something non-curable.

He put my staircase on the bed, but I pushed it to the floor.

"Get away, Feliciano" he stared confused at me. "GET AWAY!" he screamed, scared, and got out of my new room. I fell on the bed, crying for the first time.

"How can you be so cruel to him when you have always loved him?!" West yelled at me. "Gilbert, he might be an adult, but he has the mind and heart of a child, you have to be sweet with him." I started laughing at him.

"'Sweet', West?!" I laughed "Since when are you Sweet?"

"That doesn't concern you, stop being so selfish and leave your pride behind. The dinner is ready"

"I'm not hungry"

"Yes, you are. I made your favourite food: Hot cakes" he convinced me. I got up and pushed him, walking downstairs.

Feliciano was singing a song in Italian, West was singing some choruses while I was pouring some maple syrup on my hot cakes.

"C'mon, Gilbert! Sing with us, Ve~" I turn my face away from him, trying not to hurt him again. "Ve~ are you angry, Gilbert?"

"No, Fel, I'm tired." I said with a fake smile on my face.

"Feliciano, do not bother him, he's tired, ok?" West intervened.

"Okay, Ve~" we ate in silence. Not a word, even from me.

The next day, West took me to the Hospital. We were going to see if I could enter to the chemotherapies.

"Well, sir, your brother seems to have his cancer more advanced than I thought. I think he's not fit for the treatment." The doctor said.

"What do you mean, Doctor?" West asked "You mean that all we have to do is wait for him to die?!" he was now yelling at him. Since West told me I had cancer, I was always tired, I didn't even have energy for fighting or joking.

"No, he won't come to the chemo, he'll just have some pills, that's all" the doctor said.

"But.." he stopped for a minute and I saw something in his blue eyes, it was water, no.. tears. My brother was crying out of desperation. "I want him to live" I was hunched on the chair but that made me lift my head. Ludwig cried, in front of me and in front of the doctor.

"There's nothing left to do, Mr. Weillschmidt" the doctor discouraged him.

Getting back home wasn't easy. West's eyes were still red and I was just watching the trees beside the road. Counting them, avoiding any conversation with my beloved brother. I really loved him, but for once, I felt ashamed for the things I said to him on Christmas and seeing that, now, he cried for me.

"Do you want to visit Francis, Gilbert?" he finally said.

"No, I want to get home.." I said smiling to him, but his face was rough.

"Aren't you friends anymore?" he asked.

"Yes, we are. It's just that I want to spend more time with you."

The sun was hiding. Feliciano, Ludwig and me were on the top of the roof eating ice cream and watching the sunset.

"This is pretty, Ve~" Feliciano said breaking the ice.

"Yes, it is.." West said to him, closing his face to his, I turned to the sun.

"I want to touch it" I said.

"If you touch it, you burn" Feliciano said.

"Gilbert won't, Feliciano." West said smiling to me. "He's invincible" LIAR, fucking liar. I wasn't, because if I were, I would never have cancer.

I got to bed earlier that the dinner. I didn't eat, so, the next morning I was starving at seven. I got downstairs and I found West asleep on the couch with a book in his hands. I took it really carefully and I read the title: Gilbert & Me. It was an album. There were different colours on each page, but most importantly, different faces. On one photo there was baby West in my arms, I was kissing his cheek and he was smiling, smiling like never before. Then, on another one, there were the two of us and Antonio on a car; I remembered that day, we were going to a party on Francis'. How fast the time went by.

I served a bowl of Corn Flakes and I saw all the album. I laughed in silence sometimes, in others I cried. I was really emotive getting back in time. I was dragged in a world of magic, where I could see myself happy, without problems and without cancer. Finally, West woke up.

"This is a really good book, West" I said to him. He blushed.

"Yes, I.." he took the album in his hands and opened it. "This is my favourite one" he pointed a photo where we both were sleeping; Francis took that one.

"We look so calm"

"..and young" he laughed. He put the album aside and hugged me. "I love you, brother."