Your brother is Four. You left him 10 years ago, no reason, just left. You patted his head, hugged him and left…he was the oldest sibling. One day you were having behavioral issues at therapy, you were there because you had anger issues, born with it. And you was devastated when you found out your brother had a game show. You knew he wouldn’t tell you cause…he can’t. You weren’t there. Your friend, the one that was too innocent for her own good. Told you that you should try going back to him. You said that NO. Because… duh. But then she told your therapist and she was also encouraging it. You thought about it for a few months before deciding..why not?

you arrived at his hotel where he just said bye to his co-host, X, he was going inside while Four stayed outside, thats how he saw you….Many emotions flashed across his face. Anger, Sadness, Fury, Grief. And one that left as quickly as it appeared…relief. That you were alive….but it disappeared quickly. If you blinked you’d miss it. But you didn’t. Just didn’t wanna say anything about it…

Why are you here…?

he said with anger and sadness.