Me and my brother sat there on the porch as we watched the sunset for the day, eating our ice cream.
"I'm going to kill myself tonight" He said to me.
I stared at him, in shock and in disbelief. What am I supposed to do in this situation. How do I even respond?
To my surprise my first instinct was to hug him. Hug him tightly. I don't want him to go. I love my brother.
If there is a God, please don't let my brother die.
Tears started falling out of my eyes, my waterworks drenched his clothes. All he could do is hug me back and pet my back soothingly just like those little times we were kids.
"I'm going to kill myself with drugs or with a knife" He says, clear with his decision. What happened to have come to this? What did I miss? I thought I'd be a close person to him.
I was his brother, how come I didn't know anything?
"You can have my things when I'm dead.." He told me, the tears coming out more and more.
I spent that night crying in my bed, waiting for the sun to rise and for the news to hear he was dead.
The time my mother screamed, the sun was coming out of the window, it was another golden hour.
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It's Always Golden Hour Here
Short StoryMagical time of the day. It's the most beautiful isn't it? It's more beautiful sharing it with someone you love. And this one is about love. Love during golden hour. Are you going to miss it?
