In A Time Where Fairies Float And Trolls Roam

Once upon a time there lived two men strangers to one another till both crossed paths as fate decreed in a place where neither both wanted to be. The elder was approached and invited to sit beside him. It was nice. Conversations soon followed suit and phone numbers were exchanged. Hands were gripped to seal a pact of friendship and that was how it all began. It was simple but the truth is both never much be pleased with one another. Their characters and personalities contradicted much to both ends of the spectrum. Such from two different worlds and science had to proclaim opposites attract. The two tried to accommodate and made it possible. There were not much choices and both were smart people. That was something both had to do and it was understood and accepted. Call it pretentious but it prospered because later on down the road the two became good friends in a turn of event. The friendship blossomed and it was so ironic that both missed the process of being best friends and proceeded to becoming brothers in an instant. That was a fatal error. It could had been prevented. Brotherhood should be developed overtime and not rushed. The elder understood that. The elder was careful and meticuous but that time was different. Both chaps hung out till late night and spent hours together for most of the months. There was so much to learn from one another and both adored and cherished the other. Laughing and chatting and going places no one could imagined. It seemed nothing could go wrong but also nothing is perfect. There is flaw in all human dealings. It was bliss during the golden age and it was so beautiful until all good things must come to an end. Sooner than predicted. It was painful and unbearable till tears rolled and tone of voices were raised. It was a catastrophe.

The elder was at fault. He became protective of his prized possession that soon it hurts. He was just taking good care of his little brother and keeping a lookout for his kinsman but it was misunderstood across all levels. It was frustrating and of course depressing for both. Suicidal for one. It was complicated but the elder was the one responsible. No details to be covered here for the tale is too long and intricate. The other had no patience in hope and zero faith in reconciliating so the relationship crumbles and turned sour. Perhaps he had seen it all and had enough. The elder never gave up having the nature of a fighter and a survivor but it was futile. He hated it when he fails. Failure was not an option but his brother was stubborn as hell. He tried to amend but it resulted in both men splitting and downgrading to just being best friends. Tell me if that is not excruciating enough because the two decided to turn normal friends due to ceaseless fights and constant arguements. That was the right thing to do i suppose. Running from problems instead of facing it like a man and solving the hurdles. Fast forward to this course and both are not much on talking terms. Both are not friends at all. Hating one another perhaps. The sights of each other is such a sore. Both men had learnt so much and seen the idealism of situations. Both men had grown and matured from the unfortunate incidents and moved on with their lives. But believe me the infinite memories of great times spent together will never be forgotten and the elder never regretted a single moment with his beloved brother. He will linger on. It was the happiest times of his life and he misses them. Both did what both had to do and the elder understands that although he disapproves of it. I would like to continue but i had written a lot. The end.