A/N: This was a tricky one. And the first third person one focusing on Kouji. And last, now that I've finished the fic. :D It's at thirty drabbles; a nice round number, and all of them are exactly 100 words, so I'm proud of that.
I'll update every two or three days, depending on my uni schedule. If I forget, feel free to remind me. :D
The Fragments I Catch of Dying Memories
10. He's (Kouji's) Scared
Shocking revelations can easily be second-guessed, and Kouji was doing exactly that.
The house looks the same as it always has. They haven't talked yet either. Kouji doesn't feel sure enough to start, and neither adult does so.
Kouji finds himself at the sparse albums, searching for some proof: proof of his brother's existence. Proof it wasn't all just a dream, that he doesn't return to the hospital (or visit) to find no Kouichi there. But there is only him.
Luckily, his father sees him, and understands, and gave him photos he'd never seen before. Photos with both of them.