He was there. All alone in his brothers room,watching a gentle breeze brush the wind chimes. Dean was lonely. He had nobody since his brother had recently passed away. Dean had to move on, but somehow he could’nt. He was ready to go. Dean got up and walked to the door feeling dejected. ” Come on Dean or we will be late for your dance competition, shouted Dean’s dad. “Okay I’ll be there in the minuite Dean replied as he made his way towards the door.
There he was on the stage praparing for his winning move. Dean put on the dancing jacket of his brother.Thats when it all came surging back. He could see his brother putting on the dancing jacket and doing nis final move. Then all of a sudden he could see his brother in a coffin. Dead. Departed. Gone