I saw his swollen face look at me, then avert its gaze as his body swung from side to side in front of me. I didn't feel anything to begin with, except the initial startle as I entered the room.
Now he's gone and I see his face everywhere, it breaks my heart.
I know why he killed himself, it's not like I've not thought about doing it. Having him kept me going, kept me sane. But now, when I look at myself in the mirror, all I can see is *him*.
It's like *MY* soul has been taken too.
I step onto the bed, much like my brother did a few days before, and slip my neck into the same noose. I stare at myself reflected back at me from the far wall and see my brother's face, my face.
See you soon my bro, my twin, my life.