The door is closed again.
But the light shines bright.
.
This is wrong, our longing, no matter how anyone looks at it.
But it was wrong too, when I thought I was doing it right, that I left in the first place. Somehow, I thought that girl should cure this immoral feeling I had for my brother.
But she didn’t. One year and I still couldn’t forget his taste.
His touch.
His smile.
We’ve done an unforgiven.
We would go to hell.
.
But maybe it’s alright, for I survived a year without my brother.
.
Hell with him should be bearable.