Children.
We ran, we played.
Our sisters talked, we teased them.
Did you ever come to think that it all might change?
School.
You helped me.
I was never too tough against bullies.
You stood up for me, and we pledged to be brothers.
Graduation.
Side by side we stood.
Excited to enter the world before us.
I refused to acknowledge our growing differences.
Comrades.
Tension mounts.
You questioned my intentions.
Your rage was kindled; I was at a loss to help.
Tragedy.
You wept for her.
Seething, you lashed at her killer.
You turned on my name, cursed me, shunned me.
Parted.
I thought you were gone.
Your loss, mine; my life, changed.
I never forgot you for one day, I forgave your insults.
Hatred.
The look you gave.
Your bitterness had grown.
You said that we weren't friends, but I never accepted that.
Betrayal.
You used me, you killed.
You had become what you hated.
You took your path, I took mine, doomed to oblivion.
Gone.
My life and hers.
You didn't care, or did you?
We travel on in obscurity, content to our fate -- but are you?
May we meet again, my friend, my brother.
I'll not forsake you,
Delita...