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It was around midnight, and snowflakes were gracefully drifting down from the dark sky. Anyone who was outside would be desperately trying to make their way home, but a single figure sat on a snow-covered bench. The silent man wore only a purple scarf, dark brown jumper, denim jeans and converse shoes. Despite the lack of warmth he seemed unfazed by the cold, and only stared in a single spot.

* * *

Passer-bys gathered around the spot, some mumbling to others. Many questions were asked about the current situation: 'What's going on?', 'What happened?', 'Is anyone going to help?'.

The alarming sound of sirens cut through the panicked atmosphere like a blade, and the passer-bys made way for the police officers. A couple of the blue-uniformed men took a look at the scene, and quickly motioned for everyone to stand back.

''Nothing to see here folks, move along.'' One of them called out as he gestured for the crowd to leave.

* * *

The silence felt almost disturbing. The stranger felt like looking around, calling out for help, but his moss green eyes did not move from the spot. They were fixated on it. Lifting up a pale hand, he placed it over his heart and gripped tightly onto his wool jumper. Cracking a smile, the man whispered:

''I wish I could move along.''

However, the smile soon faded as he remembered why he was alone at midnight in this particular area. Using all his willpower, the stranger looked up at the night sky and watched as the snowflakes danced in the air.

''Ironic, isn't it? Snow on this day.''

* * *

''This snow isn't helping at all.'' Noted one of the officers.
''Tell me about it,'' replied the second officer.

The duo watched over the crowd, and occasionally glanced over their shoulders at the scene. A few people had left, but many other curious citizens still lingered. Over the incoherent ramblings of the crowd came a strong and clear voice. A young man came running through the crowd, but was stopped abruptly by the two officers.

''Sir, we can't let you pass.'' An officer informed the man.
''But, but...'' The man seemed panicked and frightened. ''He's...he's my brother, man! Let me through!''

The determined man attempted to push past the officers, but was held back.

''I can't believe he'd do this, man! Over one thing...'' The young man became increasingly stressed, and started pacing up and down, leaving trail marks in the powder snow.
''What thing?'' An officer questioned.
''Well, it was--''

* * *

''A broken heart can lead people to do insane things.'' The stranger spoke quietly, making sure no one could hear his small speech. ''This is just one of them. It's funny, some people will probably think I'm mad, my brother will for sure. But this...this is the clearest I've ever thought since you've been gone.''

Swiftly, he observed his surroundings, confirming the theory that he was alone. Taking in a deep breath, the stranger continued:

''A blizzard, a freakin' blizzard! Nature forced us apart,'' The stranger's eyes looked down at the solid object in his left hand. ''And now I will bring us back together.''

Standing up, he took a step forward and placed his numb right hand on the headstone. Meanwhile, his left hand rose up towards his head, and pressed the barrel against it. He took in another breath of cool air and closed his eyes, tears forming.

* * *

''It wasn't even worth it.'' The brother muttered, his lower jaw quivering with each word.

* * *

The stranger trembled and he tried to calm himself down. A single tear rolled down his face and he finally managed to utter the words:

''It's worth it.''

A loud bang shattered the silence, followed by the repetitive barking of a dog. The deed had been done, they were together again, at the expense of others.

Soon enough, a crowd had began to gather. Passer-bys gathered around the spot, some mumbling to others. Many questions were asked about the current situation: 'What's going on?', 'What happened?', 'Is anyone going to help?'...

'Was it all worth it?'

Description
It was around midnight, and snowflakes were gracefully drifting down from the dark sky. Anyone who was outside would be desperately trying to make their way home, but a single figure sat on a snow-covered bench. The silent man wore only a purple scarf, dark brown jumper, denim jeans and converse shoes. Despite the lack of warmth he seemed unfazed by the cold, and only stared in a single spot.

* * *

Passer-bys gathered around the spot, some mumbling to others. Many questions were asked about the current situation: 'What's going on?', 'What happened?', 'Is anyone going to help?'.

The alarming sound of sirens cut through the panicked atmosphere like a blade, and the passer-bys made way for the police officers. A couple of the blue-uniformed men took a look at the scene, and quickly motioned for everyone to stand back.

''Nothing to see here folks, move along.'' One of them called out as he gestured for the crowd to leave.

* * *

The silence felt almost disturbing. The stranger felt like looking around, calling out for help, but his moss green eyes did not move from the spot. They were fixated on it. Lifting up a pale hand, he placed it over his heart and gripped tightly onto his wool jumper. Cracking a smile, the man whispered:

''I wish I could move along.''

However, the smile soon faded as he remembered why he was alone at midnight in this particular area. Using all his willpower, the stranger looked up at the night sky and watched as the snowflakes danced in the air.

''Ironic, isn't it? Snow on this day.''

* * *

''This snow isn't helping at all.'' Noted one of the officers.
''Tell me about it,'' replied the second officer.

The duo watched over the crowd, and occasionally glanced over their shoulders at the scene. A few people had left, but many other curious citizens still lingered. Over the incoherent ramblings of the crowd came a strong and clear voice. A young man came running through the crowd, but was stopped abruptly by the two officers.

''Sir, we can't let you pass.'' An officer informed the man.
''But, but...'' The man seemed panicked and frightened. ''He's...he's my brother, man! Let me through!''

The determined man attempted to push past the officers, but was held back.

''I can't believe he'd do this, man! Over one thing...'' The young man became increasingly stressed, and started pacing up and down, leaving trail marks in the powder snow.
''What thing?'' An officer questioned.
''Well, it was--''

* * *

''A broken heart can lead people to do insane things.'' The stranger spoke quietly, making sure no one could hear his small speech. ''This is just one of them. It's funny, some people will probably think I'm mad, my brother will for sure. But this...this is the clearest I've ever thought since you've been gone.''

Swiftly, he observed his surroundings, confirming the theory that he was alone. Taking in a deep breath, the stranger continued:

''A blizzard, a freakin' blizzard! Nature forced us apart,'' The stranger's eyes looked down at the solid object in his left hand. ''And now I will bring us back together.''

Standing up, he took a step forward and placed his numb right hand on the headstone. Meanwhile, his left hand rose up towards his head, and pressed the barrel against it. He took in another breath of cool air and closed his eyes, tears forming.

* * *

''It wasn't even worth it.'' The brother muttered, his lower jaw quivering with each word.

* * *

The stranger trembled and he tried to calm himself down. A single tear rolled down his face and he finally managed to utter the words:

''It's worth it.''

A loud bang shattered the silence, followed by the repetitive barking of a dog. The deed had been done, they were together again, at the expense of others.

Soon enough, a crowd had began to gather. Passer-bys gathered around the spot, some mumbling to others. Many questions were asked about the current situation: 'What's going on?', 'What happened?', 'Is anyone going to help?'...

'Was it all worth it?'