We stood there in silence.
I knew I was turning red as he was already red. My eyes felt puffy and red from crying. My heart was racing from the memory that I love him.
I sat back down on the couch. He sat with me. As he did he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around us. I slowly leaned against him. Before I realized it, I was crying again. But not in sobs, just tears dancing on my red cheeks.
I bent my head down so he wouldn't see me cry again. He slowly put his arm around my shoulder, rubbing my arm in comfort. Once I was finished I raised my head a little. Finally he spoke up,
"I'm not dying you know." he said, not joking.
"I know, but I just can bare to see you in so much pain..." I said, feeling the lump grow in my throat again.
He stayed silent again, so I decided to speak.
"This was my brother's blanket. We donated it so it would be as if he never existed..." I said.
I heard no response. I raised my head completely now to see that he had fallen back to sleep. When I sat up his head gently landed on my shoulder.
I snuggled closer to him and tugged on the blanket a little. But when I did, the blanket still smelled like him...
