It had seemed like a normal day, with them strifing together. He didn't know what had gone wrong, only something very bad had gone wrong and he was no longer the same.
The day had been a day quite like this. It had been five years ago...the memories still haunted him. His brother's laugh as they talked about some stupid shit. The blushed that crossed his face when Bro leaned down and kissed him. Christmas was only a few days away and Bro did not want to wait for what he had gotten him.
The surprised look had been priceless when Bro pulled away, smirking. He couldn't quite remember what had happened after that, but he had to go do something important. He couldn't even remember what he had to do that had seemed so important at the time.
He briefly tore his eyes from the burned out building that had been his home. Dave hadn't escaped...
He turned away from the building, pulling his jacket slightly tighter as he walked through the snow, heading to the graveyard. He came out here every year to lay flowers on his brother's grave. He remembered falling into the melting snow, tears streaming down his face as he watched the building, ashes settling like a grim second snow.
He knelt in front of the grave stone he knew too well, slowly brushing the snow off the tombstone. The words seemed worn and Bro could feel another wave of tears coming. He wanted to see Dave again, hear his laugh...
He rested the flowers beside the tombstone, imagining Dave's face, laughing and blushing when he had been kissed. Ashes and tears had mixed together and now...he only had a tombstone to remember his family by. A tombstone and Cal.
"I'll come for you one day Dave," Bro whispered quietly, head bowed. "But not this year little...bro." His words were choked, no one around to see as he wept, shaking and trembling, imaging the fire dancing across the snow.
He was lost without the ones he loved most.