Luther was seventeen and ever since he turned about thirteen him and his brother were really close, he loved every moment he had with him, all the time they spent together…when they could, which wasn’t much because his brother, Robert, had a job ever since Luther was twelve. It hurt feeling like he lost his brother sooner than he had imagined, the only time he got to see Rob was in the morning before school and while they played games with the group, there was barely ever time for them. As close as they were they had drifted so far apart. Luther didn’t think about it too often but when he did it sucked, he thought about losing him, “What if he died, what if I watched him die? What if I dug his grave and buried him?” No matter how...