"I don't think we can ever be what we were, I don't think I can trust you."
Right when the ground began to shake, the world breaking apart under our feet and ending because of me (even I think I'm a evil son of a bitch), I was expecting words of fury and a few smacks across the face but nothing like this.
Nothing like a hand full of words that made my world crash to the ground, made everything but him leave my mind even blood, and slap some sense in to me.
(show the wrong that I had been blind to right from the start, which will start with death and end in hell fire)
Before another 'I'm sorry', which we're worthless the moment my hands closed down on his throat (the blood rushing to my head, turning me into every thing I once hated), could come out his back was turned and it was clear we wouldn't talk about it anymore, just go on pretending it was all okay.
But it was in no way okay, as his eyes ready to cry tears of hurt rather then the rage I was expecting looking right through me, and it was just matter of time before everything feeling was finally let out to breathe.
(when I gave up on everything and took that first drink)
Instead of pressing it anymore I just went along, seeing the pain that crossed over his face the moment I brought it up (everything but the hate I knew was coming), happy just to be by his side as brothers, but I knew it could never be like before, never.
And it was just a matter of time before that last bit of trust he had in me, which was nothing like it once was (when he was all I had, and I was his weakness), finally faded and he finally left the one person that hurt him the most, me.