Shutting my obnoxious brain to sleep, I try to fall into slumber. Sleep. It just wouldn't come anymore.

After his death. My brother. William.

I can still vividly remember it, as if it were just yesterday, he was visiting Grandma.

He had his favorite top hat and sneakers, on. I was going to accompany him, to the bus station.

Twins, people said, connected in the oddest ways possible! We would do everything together.

He had to board the bus at 3:15 p.m. I wasn't going with him. I would be going, the week later. He had a spring in his step, his face bloomed with happiness. He was finally going out, after a year of therapy. He just couldn't go outside. The doctor had said so. Not with his condition, absolutely not!

But, he was getting better, steadily even. And then, amongst the rays of hope, splatters of blood appear.

His face was unrecognizable, I can't get it out of my head.

Disrupted and Dismantled. Young, yet so torn.

Oh! I miss him, so dearly!

Turning around in my bed, I could feel him, around. His scent lingered.

"Good Night", he seemed to tell me, while laying a kiss, on my cheek as the bell for the hour, strikes.