A/N: Hello. I'm finally back and trust me when I say I've been counting for this day to come. And thankfully it did. I won't ramble much. I just want you to enjoy and leave a review of what you think. The first chapter will be up depending on whether I should proceed or not. And that depends on reviews. :)
So enjoy and have a blast of today!
Prologue : I'm sorry
The graveyard was almost empty except for a boy standing still in front of a newly added tombstone. He hadn't moved since the others left. He didn't care the rain that soaked his jet-black hair. It was plastered to his forehead, his pale-tinted skin stood shockingly with the contrast. He was looking down on his brother's grave. The funeral went well. Those that came gave their condolences to the family. There's nothing more that could be said.
"I'm sorry." Except for those two words. He knew it was him at fault. He felt helpless because there's no way to turn back the clock. "I'm sorry, Max." The words kept repeating themselves as it escaped his lips. His blue eyes gaze never left the words carved under his brother's name, 'BELOVED SON AND BROTHER'. It was unfair to him. Max had left them too early. He was only nine.
"I'm sorry." The rain started to fall heavier, blending with the stream of tears on his face but he didn't move. He couldn't leave his brother, not after he left him. The rains poured and fell on him, as if punishing him for his sins. What's worse is that he couldn't feel anything. He wanted to feel something. He wanted to feel the grief, the pain, the hurt that his family members did. He felt none of those. Instead, there was this hollowness in his chest.
"I'm sorry." The dark-haired turned slowly, walking away from where his little brother was resting. He didn't want to leave but the sun was almost setting down and he knew his family would be worried. So with small steps and a reluctant heart, he left the cemetery but not before he whispered his promise, "I will always remind myself, Max. I'll always be sorry."
As he walked pass the cemetery gate, he never turned or looked back. The air of the New York City was heavy that day, for it also felt the warmness and sunlight slowly façade as the sun goes down and the night sky rises. A life had been taken, but somewhere across the city, another life was saved.