It had been two years since he had gone to war and hadn't had the chance to come home until now. It had been so long without his family that he turned into someone that showed no feelings and didn't even really like to be around his family or friends. The letters were sent when he first got to the war telling his family that he was ok. When they stopped coming or getting few between is when he started changing for the worst. The worst part was he had a friend that had died when he was right there and now he might think that she might die to. The 'best friend' title might not be the same any more since he had gone to war and changed so much. During the time there he had to get his drivers license and had a pretty nice ride now. He had shades on that covered his eyes he didn't like people looking at them, the eyes of someone who has killed people. Turning off the car he took a deep breath and sighed then opened the door. Soon he would be facing his twin again after so long.