Romans & histoires He Is Not Heavy He's My Brother

I watched in astonishment as he said those words like they held no consequence, I tried to throw some sense into him in case he had lost his but he repeated the same thing. " You heard me I love you and I have loved you for a very long time now, I cant keep pretending" what did he mean by a very long time? I just couldn't bring myself to assimilate his words. I mean he is my brother! well basically according to him he is just like one but not actually my brother. Nevertheless I had known him since I was five and although we were not related, my dad never adopted him and thinking of it now he never even called my dad his own, I still considered him my brother and I just made out with him.

“Let me make this clear.” He dragged in a breath. “I’m NOT back with Ava. I haven’t spoken to Ava. Everything posted is edited.” He looked straight into the camera. “I love someone else.” My chest squeezed. He hesitated… then he said it. Loud and Clear. “I love my step sister.” My breath caught. The comments exploded instantly— thousands of them. My phone trembled in my hand as the screen blurred with tears. And just before I could process what he had said—

He looked just like me “I’m Zenya. Your brother.” And the fucking bloody grin on his face just spreads wider like he’s waited years to ruin me.

He smiles as he instantly pulls back. We still use the name for each other. We were addicted to using the names in our childhood days when it was difficult for us to speak the name correctly. He's one year younger than me. He's tall five feet nine inches, lean figure but strong. I always tell him that he looks like Punjabi actor and singer Permish Verma. I'm not his fan but this comment brings a smile on my brother's face. " I'm fine. How are you? Why didn't you tell me? " I ask him.

I nodded when he spoke. "I know but believe me." He shook his head again. “Okay now go. Drink some medicine, alright? Water is not enough. ” I smiled and nodded. ”And please eat. Are you even taking your meals? Look how thin you are! ” I laughed and opened the cars door. "Alright brother." I'm going to tease the end of the descent. His forehead creased because of the irritated look. "I am not your brother."

"He's my brother." "What?" "He's my biological brother."

he said, in a stern, annoyed voice. “Because the matter I need to discuss is not a personal one,” I said, and he sighed. “Whatever the nature of the matter, I am always a text message away... never forget that,” he said, and I realized that he had called me brother. “Did you call me brother?” I mumbled, and he laughed. “Aren´t you mated to my sister? Doesn´t that make you my brother? part of my family?” he said, and I took a deep breath.

Or his words. Or maybe he doesn't even know who— He clears his throat, then takes a deep breath. “Well… he’s my brother.”

I am not as tall as my brother but i am not also very short you can say i have average height. I am doctor who works in Edenberk hospital in New york and i am absolutely single unlike my brother who had plenty of ex-girlfriend and had a bad reputation during school. I was busy in my thought when i saw a guy running towards me he was very tall around 6 ft . He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans and was very handsome. Well he is none other than my brother who was smiling at me showing his white teeth. He hugged me tightly. Oh my god!!!! How much i missed him.

he continued, “if someone was mistreating my sister I would want even one person to have her side.” So I reminded him of his sister? “Does your sister go here too?” I asked him. He chuckled. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. “I don't have a sister,” he said, “I'm Brandon by the way.”