Fleurie's point of view:
My brother Ryan and I were quite close. When we were kids and mum was still around, we used to do everything together, from bathing with our ducks to getting each other in trouble and being mischievous.
He was with me every second of my life until I was eight years old when everything changed: my mother left, my father arrived became a violent scumbag, and my brother fled. When he fled, he left me a letter.
He said that he couldn't handle it any longer, from the violence of my father and the death of our mother and that he was going to ask for help and come back for me.
He never came back. Just like my mother.
I simply wanted to know whether he ever thought about me. Why did he leave when he knew the scumbag was violent? Was he ever considerate about the t****
