He was gone.
He wasn't here.
He doesn't exist anymore.
Bro wasn't going to sing me rock songs while dancing in a pink apron, or pat me on the back after getting one 'A' on a report card. Bro was gone, and it was my fault. Why couldn't I have just paid attention to the lights?
It was so quick, it just happened too fast.
One moment I was humming to a Katy Perry song in the car with Bro then a loud shatter. My arm twisted in the wreckage but Bro died, I got away with minor cuts and bruises. The crash left me an empty vessel. Dealing with it was too much for one person; but I had to. Just thinking about going through life without him and just going to school regularly was devastating.
Everything seemed black and white now.
It all will be harder and...just? Plain weird without him.
I don't know if I can go and live my life normally or easily.
Easy was not an answer anymore.
