It was February 28th, 1947. Ludwig was going through his late brother's things, seeing what he could keep and dispose of. As he was, he discovered Gilbert's old diary. He opened it and started to read them. He got to the last one. This time, he read it aloud:
'Dear diary,
Hello, again. The day is February 25th, 1947. This may be the last time I get to write to you. We've been through so much. The time I fought Ivan on the Battle On The Ice back in 1242. Also, when I had just found out I had a little brother. Wow, those were the times. I wish I could get them back. I still remember from when Ludwig was just a little boy and I threw him on accident. That's how he got so aggressive. And the time where he stole you and read all of my failed love letters to Elizabéta. But, now me and my little brother aren't on great terms... I wish I could say 'I love you' to him one last time before anything happens to me. Sometimes drea-'
It had just stopped there with a large stain of blood that bled through the pages. Ludwig started sob. He cursed at the book after he threw it. His head had kept repeating " I wish I could say 'I love you' to him one last time...." over and over. Ludwig laid on the dirty floor that belonged to what was once his older brother's room. As he lied there, he started to cry himself to sleep. He never got over the pain.
"I wish I could say 'I love you' to him one last time...."
~ THE END ~
