I remember him asking me why.
Why her?
Why her out of the 4 billion girls in this world?
Why EMBER FUCKING ROSE?
A hundred ways to ask the same damn question.
A thousand ways to answer it, (though it isn't necessarily the truth).
I don't blame my brother though because it's not a question that I haven't asked myself before. But when I hear the banging on my bedroom door with her screaming to let her go. I know WHY.
