Ok, before you read, know that Evolet is pronounce ev-oh-let. I'm sure I was going to get asked. Fair warning, this short story is very emo. If you're a Twlight fan, take Bella in New Moon and times it by five. This girl is down right depressed. So, if you don't like mopey heroines, you probably shouldn't read it. But props to anyone who gives it a shot! I do own these characters since they did come from my brain. Names were inspired by people I know. Want to know anything else? Review and ask! Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

The sharp, high pitched ring of my cell phone startled me back to reality. My mind was often found somewhere else these past few months. I jumped for the device and answered if quickly, hoping to hear his warm, familiar voice on the other end, even after all this time.

"Hello?"

The voice that answered wasn't his, but close. The only difference was the tone, it was slightly deeper, indicating the owner was a bit older. If I hadn't known any better though, I'd mistake this voice for his in a heartbeat.

"Hey Evolet." I cringed a little. He sounded so much like his brother when he said my name.

"Hey Kellan." I tried to hide all disappointment and emotion in my voice.

"How are you doing?", he asked concerned.

The same as every other day since your brother left and never came back. Horrible. "Fine."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that." a hint of relief in his voice.

Kellan called almost everyday since his brothers disappearance, just to check up on me. I did appreciate his concern. From time to time our conversations cheered me up, if only for a little while. Every once in a while he'd attempt to get me out of the house and back into the world I hide from no-a-days. The majority of his attempts failed.

"So, there is this party tonight at Chantal's. And. . I was wondering if you'd like to come. Get some fresh air, maybe have some fun?"

My ears perked at the sound of Chantal's name. She was one of my close friends once upon a time, before I turned cold and distant after losing someone so close to me. I switched myself off, just wanting to be left alone. Everything surrounding me reminded me of him. Especially our friends. So, I shut them out.

"How is she?" I asked. Feeling so guilty for just cutting off all contact with her.

"Oh, she's doing well. She asks about you a lot. She had hoped you'd come tonight."

I leaned my elbow against my desk, holding my face in my free hand, weighing the consequences I'd face if I did make an appearance at this party tonight. How much pain would it cause. How long I'd lie in bed, crying afterwards. Was it worth all that?

"Look, you don't have to answer now. Think about it for a bit and call me back, preferably around seven or so, so I can come by and pick you up. If you decide to come, that is."

Kellan was so sweet. He never pressured me into doing anything that might cause me pain. He looked after me with the best of care these last four months and I never really showed any appreciate toward him. The least I could do was go tonight and prove that his attempts weren't all in vein.

"No, no. I'll go." I said in little more then a whisper.

The other end went silent for a second.

"What?" astonishment was apparent in his voice. I couldn't help but giggle a little.

"I said, I'll go tonight."

A little more silence passed.

"Great! That's great! So I'll pick you up at eight!?" He was so excited. I laughed at his reaction.

"Sounds good."

"See you then?""

"Yeah, see you then."

I hung up and my smile vanished. Perhaps I had made the wrong choice. Was I really ready to step back into the world? A world without him? Would I be emotionally prepared to be surrounded by people and things that would flood my mind with his memory?

I knew I wasn't up for it, but I wasn't doing this for me. I refused to be selfish this time. I was doing this for Kellan, even if it broke me into a million pieces. I'd put on a smile and bare it. For Kellan.