An explosion-like sound filled the air as flares of light shot one by one from a box on the ground, moving upwards to the dark-colored sky. A young man leaned on a car, laughing as he saw his little brother extend his hands up in an attempt to catch the gleams that fell from the explosions above. He shook his head and moved forward, a match on his hands, and knelt to light another set, but his movements suddenly halted. There was a frown marring his features as he looked around, silence slowly engulfing the previous noises. He looked over his shoulder and saw him.
Michael stepped forward. "There's no need to be afraid of me."
The young man gave a measured glance at his surroundings, his eyes locked on the figure of his brother. His eyes shining with understanding as a small, sad, smile formed on his lips.
"I died."
