As he sits there, Alfred rammberling on and on about being the hero. He sighed as Alfred asked the same queastion he has been asking ever since he was born: Who are you again?
Matthew would always say the same thing over and over again: I'm Matthew, your brother.
Everytime he said that, Alfred always replied: My brother? I didn't know I had a brother!
Matthew knew that Alfred was going to ask this queastion over and over again, the words have haunted him ever since that time he came into the world. Why did it have to be like that?
Is it because of how he looks? Looking like Alfred?
Is it because Alfred was always the louder one?
Or is it just because Alfred just likes to be annoying?
Matthew has always wished that that could change, maybe tommorow, maybe today, maybe in a phew weeks, months or perhaps years. He didn't care, all Matthew wanted was for Alfred to stop.
I can see the shades of black and white suround me, I can see the diffrent shades of grey which people have on their skin. I smell nothing, what is smell? Is it like eating gas? Is it just something there? Or is it just a smell?
It's cold, but I don't feel it. I know it's there, but can I touch it? No, it's just a chilling feeling that crawls up your spine and into your brain. That, is how I know it's cold. But even if the snow flakes fall in my hands, I can not feeli it, is it because my hand is numb or because my brain doesn't know that it's cold?
Why does the sky drop snow flakes? Is it because it is so cold it freezes in the clouds or is it because the cloud is crying?
Clouds Crying? Why would a cloud cry? It has no feelings, it is not alife, it's just a cloud. Right?
Life? Do I really need to start thinking about that? No, of course not! Why don't I think about what I can do to make Alfred rememeber my name...
"Hey! Mr. Daydreamer-whatever-your-name-is. Time to go!" Alfred asked, waving his hand infrount of Matthew's pale face.
"It's Matthew." Matthew grummbled, picking up his backpack with his pet polar bear, Kumajirou. Who was sleeping peacfuly.
"Come on, let's go home." Arthur said. As he held Alfreds hand in one hand, and Matthew's in the other hand.