All he wanted was a little brother.

Just a little brother. That was it. His brother didn't have to love him or take care of him or adore him, just accept him and acknowledge that they were more than just part of the same family. He had made a terrible mistake once, and lost his little brother. But now he wanted him back.

It was terribly selfish of him, he knew. To push something away and then want it back was the same as breaking a promise. He couldn't just let his brother go all those years and then put him back on a leash again. He was used to being free. He didn't want to go back.

And he was okay with that. Everyone deserves some alone time. What really tore his heart apart was the fact that his brother wanted to forget. He wanted to forget he ever had a brother, a big brother. And so, his little brother really was gone.

But he would have him back. Someday.