It was late in the afternoon when my family received the news that my brother had died.
No one had known where he had gone, he'd just disappeared one night.
We got the call from the hospital the next day.
He had been brutally murdered by a few of the people from his office. The trial is set for next month.
I started to think of all the times we had fought. All the stupid reasons.
Most of the time one of us had apologized. I will never be able to make amends for the times that neither of us did.
He had always taken care of me. I had taken care of him.
All I wanted was closure. Something that told me that he had loved me.
A few days later, I found it.
He had put it next to my bed. I hadn't noticed it at first.
This may come as a shock to you, but I have to leave.
I know I've only been here a few days, and I know we haven't had much time to talk, but there are some things you need to know before the next time I see you.
You've always been my favorite person to talk to. You've always been someone who's there for me when I don't have anyone else to count on.
I haven't been a great brother over the years, but I hope you can forgive me for all that I've done.
You mean the world to me. And that's why I have to leave.
My life has been rough lately. I feel like I've been taking that out on you.
It's better if we don't talk for a while. Don't take this personally, brother, I do love you.
I just need to be alone for now.
Sorry, this note has run on much too long. I'll be back in a few months.