I was right, after all. What the King said to Charles affected him.
Still, I was glad that Brother was still accompanying me, but I kept getting the feeling that it would all end soon. The happiness that I am feeling at this moment, just until when will it go on?
Despite Brother being by my side, I felt so far away from him. As if a line had been drawn in between us. No matter how near we were to each other, we could never cross over a side. The existence of a rift that I never noticed started to become more visible, making me see the line separating the two of us.
I could not think of any way to repair that crack.
The fear of the rifts drifting farther and farther away from each other started to grow and I had the urge to grab his hand, to beg him not to leave.
"What is wrong? Are you all right? Are you in pain?" Brother asked, and I did not notice that I was already grabbing him tight, afraid to let him go.
