Wyatt walked to the edge of the field. He rubbed Freya’s hand and then let it go. He gave her a small smile and then walked out to the middle of the field with Jason as Jin walked to Freya’s side. The two men were going to say goodbye to their brother. This was the best they could do until a proper memorial was done.
The wind swayed on the golden weeds as they stood in the center of it. The blue sky was crystal clear and seemed to pool over them. The two men stood there not saying anything. Saying goodbye was hard.
“Jase…” Wyatt looked at his brother as a hum hit his head. He could see that Jason was hearing it too. He closed his eyes and listened. Someone was calling to him. With a voice and a song he knew by heart.
Jason cou
