Sixty One

DEVAN

MONTHS BEFORE THE ACCIDENT...

Sparkly whites, glowing faces, sweaty palms, and a bride to be handed off. It was Uncle Viktor's wedding ceremony today, and the whole family was present.

I sat in my cheap suit that had bought at last minute from a thrift store downtown, all in a bid to make me as fashionable as the rest of the family.

I cared less about fashion, than anyone I had ever met. Matt had always been the good-looking and most fashionable one between us. But still, most of the time, people failed to tell who was which one.

"When can we leave?" Robb fired, beginning to feel uneasy again. He wasn't much of an outdoor person, and neither was I. Yet again, Matt was again handed the responsibility of being the social one amongst us.

"Shut your mouth, Robb. We don't need any of your madness today." Matt fired.

"Watch your tongue, Matt. Or I might as well cut it off, since you have no use of it." Robb retorted, as Mum glared at him.

Robb had