Our secretIt's not easy understanding what's wrong. He's always saying he's 'fine' , that 'he's okay' , 'nothing is wrong. And he always gives off that gentle smile, that if it doesn't warm your heart, it causes a sense of empathy. As if sometimes his smile contradicts his words. A simple warning that claims he really isn't fine and how the smile is just to ease one's mind. I can admit it had me fooled a while, till that day. There I was, out with my older brother, Noah, simply walking towards a cafe that had recently opened. My twin had looked busy so I didn't bother him, Noah always gladly accompanied me anywhere. It was who he was. The sweet gentle guy that could never stab you in the back. He was never too open with his thoughts, always keeping to himself. Something I guess he took up from papa maybe, or at least momma said that's who he resembled she claimed.I had noticed how he seemed to drift off sometimes, as if he wasn't really there anymore. He would do it as a child as well. I rememb