36. The Broken Brother

Osiris

Everything has come back, but instead of feeling like ‘the old Osiris’ I feel empty.

I remember everything, how I ended up losing my memories and everything before that. Wasn’t I always happy and upbeat? Always looking for the bright side and all that shit?

Shouldn’t I feel happy, or relieved? Why do I still feel dead inside?

I look down at my scarred hands, the different negative emotions drifting through me. My brothers are going to be so disappointed that I’m not the same Osiris as before; I hope they don’t blame themselves for this.

There’s a knock on my bedroom door and when I look up, I see Orion. There’s a question written on his face, one I can’t bring myself to answer.

“Are you okay?” he ends up asking instead of the one I know he wants to.

“I’m fine,” I say with a shrug. “Tired and overwhelmed, I guess.”

Orion frowns, and I know he’s picked up on my mood. “Are your … I mean, can you remember anything?”

I fucking hate how our relationship has become like this. We use