BRIAR'S POV
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It was everything and nothing all at once. The sliver of what he gave me-- trust and truth. "How did he die?" My voice comes out hallow and soft while my heart rages and beats so loudly that it echoes in my head. I can't even imagine what it would feel like to loose a sibling, a younger one at that. I always envied the other children who had siblings. I envied the way they always had someone to play with, to talk to, to go with them, and even just to love.
There's always been something very lonely about being the only child. Showing up places and seeing unfamiliar faces while Mom and Dad went off to talk to people, leaving me alone until my friends showed up. Stacy was the only true friend I really had, like a sister without being related to me. "He's not dead. At least,
