.Goodbye.
God can take away a person as easily as he can create one—
—And that is something people always ignored.
It's a crucial fact of life, how in the blink of an eye one you hold so close to you could be taken far from your grasps, never to be seen, spoken to, or even heard from again. Twenty-four hours, one thousand four hundred and forty minutes, and eighty six thousand four hundred seconds in a day and all it takes is one second for someone to disappear from the world. It's so simple that a toddler probably could grasp the concept and yet people tend to forget it, or maybe they simply choose not to think it because of its truth.
People always seem to run from the truth.
Though it's easy to understand why, the truth is a scary thing. Nobody wants to think about the amount of casualties that happen in a day, how it's possible for someone to be dying every few seconds. For every step a person takes another takes their final ones out of the world; with every easy breath a person takes someone else wheezes in their last.
Some goodbyes do last forever and in truth, that is terrifying thought.
The truth is really, really scary!
And maybe that's why I chose to ignore it, that cruel fact of life, and shouldn't have. Taking someone for granted and ignoring how easily that person could leave me, ignoring what they meant to me, and ignoring all that I lost after they were gone.
I was completely ignorant.
And my ignorance cost me something, cost me something so valuable that I lost a half of me that I will never be able to replace, something I hardly could live without, something so important to me that it had become an actually part of me. It was something so special that I didn't even deserve to be blessed with it.
My ignorance cost me my brother.
…
You know, I can't even remember the last thing I said to him.
My brother, my dear, sweet, innocent brother is gone and I can't even remember the last thing I said to him, the last fucking thing I said to him.
Was it loving or something said out of anger or spite? Did I tell him to have a good morning or a good day? Did I ask him how he was doing; actually caring to hear how his day was for once before forcing all of my problems to him? Was it something fake from that act of ours or was it nothing at all.
Absolutely nothing.
Did I even say anything to him this morning? No. I didn't, did I. I was too busy texting to pay any attention to him. I was too busy on some simple, replaceable, inanimate object to even say a word to him. I was too busy texting her to say anything to him! Had I been looking maybe I could of stop him, maybe if I had paid attention I would of saw the car hurdling towards the crossroad as he began to walk across and I didn't. Maybe if I'd been watching him for once and not the screen of my cellphone I could have stopped him from going across the road—
—and stopped him from getting hit!
He died upon impact and I could have stopped him. But I didn't, because I was busy. My brother died because of my ignorance and lack of attention.
And I don't even remember the last thing I said to him.
"Brother, you're going to ruin your eyes if you keep staring at that phone."
"Yeah, yeah."
Oh, yeah, the last thing I said to him was "yeah".
Yeah.
That was it. That was the last thing I ever would get to say to him.
My brother, my dear, sweet, innocent brother.
"Tomorrow is not promised nor is today always finished, no one knows when they'll be taken away but I want to be your last good bye if that day ever came."
Do you remember when I told you that? I guess that didn't get the chance, did I Kaoru?
Oh wait, yeah I did. I just wasn't paying attention.
Again.
A/N: Uh, yeah. Nothing to say. Just, uh enjoy. Read and review please.