I truly lost my consciousness at some point and by the time I woke up, my brother is sleeping by my side. His head on top of his arms and he slept his exhaustion away in such an uncomfortable position. I watch him sleep for a few seconds, at awe that he’s here, that he is just one reach away and I’d be able to touch him.
How many years did I yearn to see him? How long has it been since I last heard of him? but he looks well, there is more meat on his bones than last time. Not too much, but just enough for him to look healthy and lean. The lines are still there, and I find myself counting those laugh lines and crow’s feet. He must’ve laughed well and enjoyed his time. I only notice the dark rings under his eyes now that I’m close. The only marr from what his life was before finding me.
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