"The heart was made to be broken." ― Oscar Wilde

*WARNING: contains the idea of self-harm. Do not read if uncomfortable with the subject matter*



You never thought this day would come. You never wanted this to happen. Emotions were strong in your heart and it was getting harder and harder for you to hold the tears back. It showed how a single phone call could change your life forever, for better or for worse.

In this case, for worse.

Your twin brother was gone and there was nothing you could do. So young with his life ahead of him. Whatever he could have become would never happen. All that remained was his past. His short life in which he did so much and spread so much laughter. You and your brother had always been close, having been born only three minutes apart (you were the older twin). Sure, he had been a brat at times but you still loved him. He became that protective sibling you could always count on him or holler for in time of need. You couldn't holler for him now because he wouldn't come. He would never come.

The tears broke through the barrier and streamed freely down your cheeks like a running waterfall. You felt like your heart had been shattered. Your other half wasn't here and you had no clue how you were supposed to go on without him. The solution was simple. You had made your mind up.

You headed into the bathroom and searched for a packet of razors. You looked through each and every shelf, each and every drawer, until you finally found them. You pulled a single razor out and held it in your fingers, the silver metal glinting in the vibrant light. You couldn't live without your other half. You wished to be reunited with him. This is for you, brother. I love you. You pressed the razor to the thin veiny skin of your wrist and closed your eyes.

And that's when Liam found you.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing?!" He cried, stepping into the bathroom and taking the razor from you. There was a thin line of red on your wrist, a few beads of scarlet blood seeping out of your skin. Liam grabbed a small towel and pressed it down on the wound, staring at you in shock.

"You trying to kill yourself?" He shook his head.

"Yes." You answered truthfully. Liam pressed his lips together and told you to keep pressure of your wound. He took the packet of razors and threw them in the bin. He laid his hand over yours so it was double the pressure on your wrist.

"He wouldn't want this for you, babe. You know he wouldn't."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You said, biting the inside of your cheeks as the tears began to resurface.

"Your brother. I know what happened." Liam said, lifting the towel to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had so he disposed of the towel and took some toilet paper off the roll, dabbing it on the thin red line which was already beginning to heal itself. Just as you were about to ask him how he knew, he spoke.

"Your mother called me. She told me. I'm sorry, babe. I really am." Liam said softly, his brown eyes full of sorrow and apology. His eyes were the first thing you had noticed about him when you met. It was his eyes that you fell in love with first. You choked out a sob and lost control of your legs. You came crashing to the bathroom floor but Liam caught you before you could hurt yourself. You wailed, your tears wetting his shirt but he didn't care. He wanted to comfort you in any way that he could. He loved you and wanted to be there for you during this difficult time. Liam knew how much you loved your brother. He knew how close the two of you were. He also felt sadness for he saw your twin brother as a friend, a close one, maybe even as a brother-in-law one day. But that day would never come to pass.

"Sssh, sssh." Liam whispered, stroking your hair, trying to console you. He knew no matter of love or words or affection would ever replace the hole in your heart but he would at least try to make you see that just because your brother's life was over, it didn't mean that yours was too.

Liam scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. Your loud sobbing subsided and silent tears coated your cheeks. His lips were on your forehead which made you feel better, lighter and your breathing became softer. He laid you down on the bed before joining beside you, dabbing the toilet paper on your wrist.

"Liam?" Your voice was frail like that was a child's but he still listened.

"Yes, my love?"

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Your eyes fluttered open and your lips trembled. Liam's mouth was agape as he shook his head, kissing your healing wound.

"I will never leave you. Why would you even think that?"

"Because look at me. I wanted to...hurt myself. I'm a weakling. But I need you to survive. My heart's already lost my brother. I don't think I'd be able to take another loss. I can't lose you, Liam. I can't." You cried, sliding your hand into his soft larger one. Liam sighed and leaned his face closer to yours, pressing his lips to yours gently. You squeezed your eyes shut to stop any more tears from destroying this strong emotional kiss. Your hand moved out of his hand and into his hair, rubbing the short strands at the nape of his neck. His fingers rubbed your tear-stained cheek and kissed you a little harder. Before you could advance the kiss further, he pulled back, tracing the curve of your bottom lip with his index finger.

"I love you, babe. I'm not going to leave you. You're stuck with me." He smiled tenderly, his words making you beam back a small smile.

"I'm so sorry about your brother, love. But he would want you to live on and achieve everything that he wanted for you. He'll always be with you, in here." Liam continued, placing his hand over your heart. In that one moment, you saw the truth in what he said. Your brother would want you to survive for him, to live your life to the fullest. You folded your hand over Liam's as your heartbeat slowed to a normal place. That's where your brother was and you knew that now. You would always carry him in your heart.

"Let's sleep. You look tired. Come here, babe." Liam said, lying down next to you as you moved on your side. He locked his arm around her waist and pulled you to his chest. You felt his lips on the skin of your neck, just behind your ear.

"Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He whispered so you closed your eyes. You felt so lucky to have Liam in your life. He was such a kind man, full of affection and love, and he knew exactly what to say to make you smile or laugh. He was a bringer of fun and you would be lost without him. Your brother would want you to live your life with Liam, start a future and have a love that would last a lifetime. Liam meant so much to you and having him hold you close, you felt safe. Within minutes, you fell asleep, breathing in and out softly. Liam was still awake, softly kissing your neck and stroking your warm hand. He would love you forever and make you see that life was worth living for. He wouldn't let you go and he wouldn't leave you. You were his everything and you didn't realise exactly how much he loved you. Liam hoped you would see just how much one day.

Notes

Another one I just thought up on the spot. Something a little bit more emotional. I'm going to open up requests now so please feel free to request something!

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