Don't hurt me! I did say I doubt I could do a drabble a day! I couldn't think of anything! Not my fault; blame my muse.
So anyway, I hope this makes it up to you. I was so blocked I even used a prompt, and still I had trouble with this. Sigh.
Prompt: Write a story that ends with "He would give anything to turn back the clock five minutes."
Tears stain the mask he holds in his hands. The mask used to mean so much. It used to mean family, unity, commitment, love, and life. Now it represents the burden they all share.
How could the day go wrong so fast? One minute they were a happy family–together. Now? What are they now? What can they be? Because right now, currently, they are nothing.
They are separate beings, barely held together by past bonds. Together they were invincible. Apart they are damaged souls, longing and dying. How do they move on?
Leonardo clutches at the mask like it was a lifeline. Well, it is: it's the tie between their old way of life and the future ahead. The mask of his late brother; how he never thought he would hold it like this.
He was supposed to be first. Leonardo was the oldest, the most mature: the leader. Isn't the person who is born first dies first? How is it fair he outlives his younger brother? Why is fate so cruel? He was supposed to be first.
How sudden everything changed. In a blink of an eye, a part of the three remaining brothers died. Tears stream down his face, spilling from the true pain in his heart.
He was supposed to be first.
Leonardo would give anything to turn back the clock five minutes.
Can you guys be super awesome and tell me what you think?! I want to know! Thanks for everyone who waited ;)