For death and mourning the color's white
I sat there in my white clothes. For once my shirt wasn't perforated.
Why did he had to die? Why wasn't I there to protect him? He was so young.
Why not someone else? Someone I didn't knew.
What a selfish thought. But, aren't I allowed to be selfish? Just this one time?
I will never see him laugh again. I will never have to carry him to his room again when he fell asleep on the most uncomfortable places.
Why my little brother?
It's all my fault. I was there and I didn't notice in what kind of danger he was. I could have saved him. I should have. Why didn't I died in his place? He was far to young to die.
He would never be reading his Mangas again. He would never try to hide in my room again when he had done something bad.
I should have done something. If I had done something, I wouldn't be sitting here in my white dress, mourning about the loss of my little brother.
Why was he killed and not I?
My son. My dear son. I will never forget you. I love you.
I should have been there to protect you, my son. I'm sorry.
You were a part of the family I never thought of having in the first place.
I will never forget how exited you were when I told you I was going to help you with you training. How happy you were every time you saw me. You were my only light in this dark world.
And now you're gone.
I miss you, Max.