Mom said she wished she’d had the boy next door instead of me. I thought she was right, so I stole him away for myself.
The neighbor called me a jinx, saying I’d brought ruin on my own family and now I was going to bring trouble to hers, too. My brother had a huge fight with her, then ran away with me.
I said, “Let’s wander the world together. Sounds carefree.”
My brother laughed. “It’s called eloping.”
I thought about it. “That works, too. Romantic.”
I’m a bad kid with an incurable disease, but I have my brother. He’s my medicine.
Better to live miserably than die well. I want to live, but if the price is my brother, then I might as well die.
[Easygoing and spontaneous, free-spirited, with a hidden self-destructive streak, younger brother × gentle and resilient, mature and sexy, devoted older brother]
[First-person narration] [Not biologically related, older brother romance] [Short story, expected to be under 100,000 words, updates whenever]
Theme: Supporting each other and drawing strength from life
