Sorry, this chapter is so short, they should get longer as the fic continues.

Heath walked out to the lounge everyone was sitting down at the table eating pancakes.

The dream seems so similar except for the fact that Kyle was dead.

"Heath we're going to the cemetery in about an hour." Brax sighs his eyes were red.

"Why?" Heath asks.

"Cause it's Kyle's birthday and we are going to have a small party thing you know since we never celebrated it when he was alive," Casey mumbles Sasha was beside him comforting him.

"You're kidding me right he's dead, gone he won't have a clue that we are doing this so what's the point!" Heath yells.

"I don't care, Heath, We're still going to do it even if you don't think it's a good idea and you're coming ." Brax sighs.

"No! It will hurt too much, I can't go back there and stare at the dirt which is now what my little brother looks like to me dirt, Kyle looks like dirt to me now, whenever I think of him I think of dirt." Heath yells.

"You don't think that we miss him as well." Brax grunts.

"I never said that Brax, but you're the one that wants to celebrate Kyle's first birthday when he's not alive!" Heath yells

"We're not celebrating the fact that he's dead you idiot, we are celebrating him and the man he was." Brax sighs.

"Was! You see he's gone, that's not going to change." Heath mutters.

Bianca walked up to Heath and hugged him.

"Please, Heath," Bianca begs.

"Bee, I miss him." Heath mumbles.

"So do we baby." Bianca sighs tears dripping from her eyes.

Heath nods reluctantly. He knew that he was going to find it hard but he had to face his fears and go to his brothers grave.