The attack 2

I took a deep breath in and out and then walked out of the car, closing the door behind me.

I stared at their graves, I think I'm more stronger now, because I am no longer filled with grief like how I was last time I came.

I walked slowly to their graves with a bouquet of flowers in my hand.

I turned around, Diego was standing beside me, some feets away, right next to his car with his men surrounding him.

I turned back to their graves and squatted.

I looked at my brothers grave with my name written on it.

I chuckled a little.

it's funny how I'm supposed to be there too, with them. Feets under the ground with sand above me.

I dropped some flowers by my brothers grave.

"I miss you, little brujà",I whispered, remembering how I use to call him a witch because he usually acts like one.

I never had friends, and the few I had was nothing compared to my brother;he was unique.

I remember those times I use to tell him I was ugly and I would never get married and that he would never