Johan Liebert

You looked at him, and he looked back, but his eyes were emotionless. He was watching you, but his eyes were fixed on you, almost as if he was looking into your soul.

You were sobbing as you watched your brother being lowered into the ground. Your tears wouldn't stop, and your mascara was running down your face.

You were still crying, but your tears stopped when you saw him. You clenched your fists and walked up to him.