#Chapter182
Ronan had wanted a brother growing up. More than anything, he'd wanted a sibling. A little sister to dress up would have satisfied him, but a brother, somebody to always have his back and understand what he was going through during those difficult teenage years? But now, the underlying warning to Angel's tone, he wasn't so sure he didn't.
/"We carried that over with us after birth. We orbited each other like the sun and moon, and when one was hurt, so would be the other. His pain is my pain. My pain is his. Our burdens are not ours alone, but ours to share. This is our way./"
/"It sounds beautiful./"
/"It some ways it is. Even during our worst fights, he's still a part of me- a piece I knew I'd never lose. No words would ever be enough to sever our bond. Nothing too serious that we couldn't mend. But when Amar died . . . so did he./"
