As he drives away I begin to think. I pray he stays far away. Not out of hatred, but out of hope. You see we were both forged in the fire of our own minds. Maybe that’s why we understood each other so well. The children that we used to be died a long time ago. The men that we had built ourselves to become, slowly became damaged. We found comfort in the broken and the damned. We became reminders that we had left pieces ourselves throughout this life. As he drives away I begin to think, we will always be brothers. But to be whole, we need to leave the biggest piece of ourselves behind.