-sighs- It was a long time ago, wasn't it? -looks to the side-
... -blinks for a moment, then looks back to Roxas- My brother.
It was- the 28th of March. When I was 11. 2009.
It had been my birthday just a couple of days before.
Morgan, my brother, made me a sculpture of a magpie. Last gift I ever got from him.
He- went out with his friends on that night. Out to the cliffs by my hometown- Aberystwyth. They were just going to be hanging out- drinking and having fun.
... Then- before we could even comprehend what happened- I saw out the window, a streak of light- fall- and strike the ground atop that cliff.
It was only a half an hour... and thirty seconds- until I heard what happened.
Debris from a satellite- fell from the sky- and killed him. He was apparently dead before he hit the ground. His brain mostly irrecoverable from the impact.
... That satellite, I later found out... was destroyed by a supervillain. It was a Chinese one. I didn't care to find out who they were or why they did it.
I don't even care how that satellite got destroyed. It wasn't like it was on purpose. He was just caught in the crossfire because of chance.
... At least I still get to See Morgan. Even if I know it's a delusion. A hallucination.
He's always there.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post... It was meaningless.
That's the thing.
It's not like- there was a mugger. There wasn't a murderer.
I feel like I could be angry if it was.
But- no. It was just. A random act.
It wasn't like he destroyed the satellite- and planned for its' debris to land in Aberystwyth.
And then intentionally strike my brothers' head.
It was such a low probability! And he could've- he could've just stayed home! He could've been one step to the left- it...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"... Do I look nice?"
bony
also brb
edited 3rd Nov '16 10:56:23 AM by Trip