Blake

He choked and lifted his hand to touch my face. I widened my eyes and stared at him, as still as the heart of a deadman. Everything in me screamed in dread. It was weird at what an intense level I could feel his misery. It wasn't only physical. His soul was wrenching.

“Blaky...” he trailed off in a tiny, wavering voice. “I'm so sorry.” A tear slid down his eye, and his forehead wrinkled. “It's all my fault,” he croaked out, and I pursed my lips.

He really loved his brother...

“It's alright, Noah...” I said gently and cupped his hand, feeling like centuries of piled up anguish...