I wonder if my brother ever gets lonely. I wish there would be someone in this world to keep him company that would bring him a smile to his face, a twinkle in his eyes not a stone cold stare.

I asked him once if he wanted friends and he wave that thought aside saying who needs them. In my mind I said you do Seto, you do.

Work, business is what you considered friends but then they must be pretty miserable friends to cause you so much pain and discomfort.

I walk down the hallway and stare into your room, seeing you fast asleep and I wonder Seto, don't you ever have that feeling of emptiness inside which surrounds your heart? Isn't your heart, cold and alone? Where is the light and warmth I once knew?

That feeling of loneliness you tell me is nothing but to me, loneliness is just an other paper on your des waiting to be answered with a simple reply of Yes, I'm lonely.