Mom said why she gave birth to me instead of the brother from next door. I thought she was right, so I kidnapped my brother.
The aunt next door scolded me for being a loser, not only harming my own family, but also harming theirs. My brother had a big fight with her and ran away after me.
I said, let's wander together, it's cool.
Brother laughs, this is called elopement.
I thought about it, it's okay, it's romantic.
I was a bad kid with an incurable disease, but I had a brother who was my medicine.
It is better to die than to live. I want to live, but if the cost is my brother, then death is okay.
[Following the circumstances, free will, self-destructive tendencies, younger brother × gentle and tough, mature and sexy, affectionate, older brother]
[First Person] [Pseudo-Orthopedics Year 1] [Short story, estimated to be within 100,000 words, updated as the occasion arises]
Purpose: Support each other and draw life from each other
