"At times like this, we must stop and think of our own lives. How do we live? As if everyday is out last? Or do we waste our precious time here on Earth?" The priest continued, speaking to the mass of mourners; Ludwig being one. Why? Why did his brother have to go?
The gentle rain poured down Ludwig's body, as he looked out at the hearse being driven away. He was never coming home. Gilbert was… Gone. For the first time in years, Ludwig cried. How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Did Gilbert really need to drink that night? Why couldn't he have just stayed home? These questions swirled through Ludwig's mind, as tears drenched his hot cheeks, mixing with the rain pouring from the sky. He sighed, and sat down on the steps of the chapel, burying his face into his hands. This was just too much for him. His older brother just… Gone. He remembered all of the great times they had together, all of the laughing, drinking, smiling times. He would never get another chance… He could never say goodbye. This reality shook Ludwig's mind, forcing him to realize that…. He'd be truly alone now. Gilbert had always been there for him. But now, he wasn't. Where would he go when he needed to talk to someone? Who would stay up late to watch movies with him on his birthday? Who would love him now that Gilbert was gone?
He stood, walking away from the chapel, to his car. With blurred vision, he began his drive home. Somehow, he made it back to his house. Walking inside, he turned the light's on, to see a picture of his brother and him, smiling, from when they were young. It brought a grin to Ludwig's tear stained face. Sighing, he took off his coat, and boots, walking upstairs. He threw himself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He began to fall asleep, quietly, drifting off.
In the middle of the night, he could feel his heart stop. He sprung up, panicking, trying to call out, but no sound coming out of his throat. In between his choking sounds… Hecould hear a noise… A faint…. Beeping.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Went the alarm clock. Ludwig jumped out of bed, and ran to his brother's room. He slammed the door open. Gilbert was there.
"Gilbert!" He shouted. The other man looked up, groggily responding.
"Vhad..?" Gilbert shot back, his accent fairly heavy in the morning.
"You're… Alive?"
"Of course I'm alive."
"So it was… A dream?"