Write about losing someone close to you.

Write about losing someone close to you.

22nd of december. It used to be the day I look forward to for it was my birthday. I still remembered vividly the celebrations my parents made; they were simply memorable and full of laughter... It was the 22nd of december today but there were no signs of happiness- not even a festive atmosphere. Why? It was also the day when my brother passed away...

There were only two offsprings in our family: my brother and I. My brother was eight years senior of me yet the age gap between us proved to be nothing- we knew each others' deepest secrets that nobody else had heard of. We were really close, so close that we were said to be inseperable. However, a dreadful war broke out. My brother, being of legal age, was forced to fight for the country.

It was the day where he had to provide his service to the nation. We made a promise before he left that he would return home alive. There were hints of despair hidden within his eyes, I could see it, but paid no heed to it. The embrace we had was long; his hands lingered on my back. Even when I tried to push him away, he resisted. "Just awhile longer." I relented to his request. He only broke the hug when a truck came and honked him. He scrutinized my face hard and murmured a woeful goodbye before slowly turning towards his soon-to-be comrades. He then walked( or rather, dragged his feets) to them, There was a certain emotion I could not grasp then, but I knew it so well now. It was the feeling of knowing that one could see the beloved one for the last time...

His gaze was still directed at me when the automoblie moved. Me, being the age of fourteen, just stupidly smiled at him and wished "for the best" befoe I hurried back home. I felt his eyes boring into my back even as I ran, I thought he was being overly-emotional then, so I shrugged it off. Little did I know that it would be the last time I see him alive...How I wish we could reverse time... I bet if I were to turn and return his look, tears would be spotted trickling down his cheeks.

For months, reports of our losing battle were broadcast everywhere- yet there were no news of my brother. Even as I blindly placed my faith in his promise, somewhere deep inside me, I had already feared for the worst and the worst came indeed!

A pale-looking middle-aged man came knocking on our doorstep on that fateful day(22nd december)- right before I blew my birthday cake- and announced my sibling's death with a hoarse, forlorn voice.

My mind went numb; I did not know what to do or thing. Then thoughts of the stranger lying came to me, I wanted to ask, but my father beat me into it.

"It was the truth that I speak of," he softly( yet firmly) replied. I had the urge to inquire him the same question again, but was interrupted curtly by my mother's shrill piercing cries. She latched herself onto her husband arms, seeking comfort. My yearnings halted when I reasoned with myself.

"Then again," I thought. "Why would he lie?" It took me awhile before realization hit me: my brother had died, he broke the promise.

For a brief moment, an overwhelming surge of anger dominated my mixture of emotions. "How dare he broke our promise! It was a promise! Does it meant nothing to him at all?" I ran up to his room, and began trashing his belongings out of the window. "Be gone and never come back!" After venting my anger, I slumped down against a wall. Knees raised to meet my chest, I placed my hands on the former and rested my head against it before weeping sorrowfully. The agitated thoughts turned into soft mumblings pleas. "Please come back." A pause. "I miss you...brother."