"Gavin?" I said in shock, tears already creeping out of my eyes. Gavin? this tall boy can't be my brother. no, it can't. He left me, and if this was really him- he would've never came back.
"No, you're dead." I was beginning to have such a furry toward this person who thinks they can just walk around looking like Gavin.
"Mi hermanito querido. What are you talking about? I'm right here breathing."
this imposter had the nerve to come close and snag a hug. i pushed him off, lifted my finger to his face and said, "Look, you can't be here. you're dead you son of a bitch. you do you think you are?"
"Caleb, please. I'm so sorry. I am so very sorry I left like that. I.. well I didn't think.."
"That's right! you didn't think! Did you believe that I was gunna live honky dory without you here?"
He grabbed me with such force, i had no choice but to hug him back. I started to cry very hard and i burried my face into his chest.
"Mi hermanito querido. shhh...I know... Ya Ya no lloras. estoy aqui por siempre."
That's when I woke up. Back to reality where the dead really can't come back forever. That was the first dream I had of Gavin. My lost brother who couldn't take what was thrown at him. I never knew what was so wrong that made him go insane. He was just drowning in his own mind, and to save himself he just took his own life away.
It's been about eight months. And seeing his face, even in a dream, drained all the life outta me. So I pulled my legs to my chest and cried until i could rest again.
Maybe this time, I'll see him again and be ready to say Hello.
