Perspective of Kaluca

My brother was always too attached to things. He acted like he didn't care- always so rebellious. His name was Zephr. He was so young that day. I started the day by wrestling him into his school uniform. It only took a couple of hours before I got the phone call. Reluctantly, I got up from the cushions of my couch-- I had been watching television. Listening to the voice on the other end, all I could do was sigh in return.

"Zephr," I said as we walked, "you know this is happening more and more often. Do you want to talk about it?"

And of course, "No," he replied irritably, shoving his bloodied hands deep into his pockets.

"I think you should," I said more seriously, glancing at him with the best 'adult' look I could manage. After a minute or two of silence, "At least tell me why."

Zephr looked down, considering, as he worked off his tie. "She was annoying," he said flatly, now dragging his tie in the dusty gravel.

"Zephr," I took his tie and put it in his backpack, "you sent two boys to the hospital with broken bones, gave a girl a bloody nose and scratched the teacher."

"She was annoying," he repeated.

"Zephr," I sighed.

He only rolled his eyes and plunked down on the porch. I ruffled his chopped hair and gave him a sympathetic smile, just as I felt a sudden pain in my chest. A moment of confusion passed, as for a split second Zephr's eyes widened and turned to tears as blood spattered over his sorrowful expression.

And I,