Bray leaned over the balcony of the mall, cup of tea in his hand, totally oblivious to the time. It was 2 am, and most of the tribe was asleep, but how could Bray sleep? It was only hours ago that his little brother, Martin, or Zoot as he liked to be called, was killed by his fellow tribe member, Lex. He loved his little brother to bits, helped him with bullies, and comforted him when their parents died. He heard footsteps, but paid no attention. It was probably Amber, or Salene, coming to comfort him. So it surprised him when Lex turned up beside him.
"What are you doing here?" Bray asked, not really caring.
"Couldn't sleep." He responded nonchalantly.
"What, the great warrior has a guilty conscience?"
"Of course not. I was always hanging out to get my revenge. Why do you care so much anyway?"
"He was my little brother. He was my little brother, and the baby's mother." Bray finally made an effort to show emotion, as one single tear rolled down his cheek. Usually, he had no time to show emotion, to be happy sad, really he could only show anger. But for once, Lex showed he had a sensitive side too, as he said one word that he'd never said in his life before that moment.
"I'm sorry."
Bray slowly turned his head to look at Lex. "No you're not; you're just as hateful, and guiltless as ever." As he stormed off to his room, Lex thought about what he'd just said. He knew that they didn't like him, but did Bray really think that of him? When Bray walked off, Lex had the strangest sensation in his chest. It's probably just a muscular thing from that fight. But why did Bray have the same feeling?
They both had the same realisation at the exact same time; Lex had gone back to bed, and it was almost sunrise when they both sat upright in bed and breathed the same words.
"I'm in love."