Alexis lay on his bed looking up at the fan spinning slowly on the ceiling. Watching the fan made him understand, to a certain point, on the situation happening to him. He felt ill; felt depressed; felt dead beat. He wished everything could just stop. Nevertheless the fan kept on twisting, until staring at it for too long caused him to become nauseous.<br/><br/>It has only been a few months; not too long ago, and he wished it never happened. Before it all came about, he waited for his older sister to come home and she didn’t; the phone rang – what’s frightening was that he had expected that phone to ring. Going to the hospital and staying with his sister; waited for her to live. Who knew that waiting for her to be well would lead to her death – was it his fault? Was everything his fault?<br/><br/>Rising from the bed, the young man walked to the door. Three months was long enough, if it was to be his fault then he could at least amend by continuing to take care of his other sister. Opening the door, he walked down the stairs to the living room. He stopped behind the couch his twin was sitting on and turned his head. “Hello,” he greeted languidly with a small smile.