Think about it

kazzykatt:

It was not a different day from the others. After one of their daily
adventures, they were on the roof of Tortuga, relaxing, watching the stars.

There was no need for words because both knew what the other felt. A
peace and tranquility that the dry and cold air offered them.

-Do you want something to drink? -the older one asked, getting up. The
other nodded with a slight smile.- Okay, I’ll be back.

Minutes later, he returned with a couple of drinks. He put one next to
his brother and opened the other for himself. The silence fell again.

At some point in the night Martin woke up, realizing that he was still
there. He turned to see his brother who was still awake; -Do you know how long
I was asleep?- he asked his little brother, but he didn’t answer. 

~~

-Come on Chris! Another adventure awaits us! -Martin said excited
“Aviva says she found a completely new species of lizard, we have to be
the first to see it!” He shouted and ran joyfully, as always with his
brother. Both girls watched him walk away from the Tortuga HQ.

-Do you think he’ll be fine? -Koki asked.

-If someone can be fine, it’s Martin, -Aviva said.

~

Screams came from Tortuga

-You can’t understand!. -Martin shouted and cursed the two girls, who
with fear tried to maintain their position in front of such a bunch of nerves.

-If you just listen to us -Koki tried to say, but was once again
silenced by the screams of the blue boy

– I can’t understand that you are like this with Chris! No reason and so
suddenly, why?!

-You would not understand

– What I do not understand is that you treat my brother like that!

-Martin, he’s dead! –Aviva screamed finally, with tears rising in her
eyes.

That word was like a switch in him, who stopped talking and remained
static in place. He fell hard on the ground and both girls approached
carefully. It was the first time in several months that they could see him up
close. His eyes had gone dark and were decorated by dark circles; his hair was
messy and dirty, just like his clothes. He was thinner, and there were spots
and bruises on his skin.

“Martin …” said Aviva, taking him by the shoulders.
“He’s been dead almost a year. You
have to let him go.

WHY??!!!! WHY DO YOU KEEP HURTING HIM!