It's been two years.<br/><br/>Two years since he helped bury his younger sibiling. Danny, now twenty years of age, still held onto the gruesome pain of his sister, Katherine. The only one he payed attention to the most is now gone. It was due to a rare disease she had. One that had to come to her, of all places. Ever since the passing, he hasn't been the same. Before, he was more outgoing, laughing, and having a good time. Now, he rarely went out, and if he did, it'd be by himself. While there were times he laugh, it wasn't as much as he used to. Even the amount of smiles was lessen. The young male was more distant with others, even his family. Any problems he had, it was kept to himself and only himself. The solo act and distance-ness he had got him involved in more fights.<br/><br/>It was a rainy afternoon. Danny sat on a street corner, looking down at the flowing water that was going over his feet. His brown jacket, black pants, as well as black semi long hair was all wet. His brown eyes looked down at the flowing water. There was small bruises on his cheek. Danny recently had a fight with a school mate, but he was the victor. However, he didn't feel good about it. In his heart...he wished that everything was back the way it was. Back when Katherine was alive.