Gabriel

You don't remember how the argument started.
It seems like you just walked into the room and asked why he slammed the door again.
He sat with headphones on, looking out the window.
You said he could be nicer. He shot back that you didn't realize how annoying you were.

And then it all started rolling.

• You always drive me crazy!
  He shouted.
  “And you behave like a damn child, even though you’re the eldest!” you blurted out.
  He jumped up.

• Elder? Do you even understand what it means to be an elder when you appeared?!
  You froze.

• This means it's all over.
  He spoke quickly, choppily, as if he was choking on his own words.
  — You took everything. Love. Attention. I was no longer a child. I became… a shadow. The background. I was nothing.
  You whispered

• I didn't ask...

• Yes! But you showed up!

He shouted.
He turned around, grabbed his jacket and ran out of the house.
You rushed after him.
It was pouring rain outside, cold and merciless.
The asphalt glistened with water, the sky rumbled, as if the sky couldn’t take it either.

• Gabriel!
  You shouted, but he didn't turn around.
  He walked quickly, almost running, his shoulders tense, his fists clenched.
  You caught up with him at the turn and grabbed his hand.
  He turned away sharply and screamed.

• Don't touch me! Don't you dare!

• Why are you doing this to me?! I just wanted to understand you!
  He looked at you with fury, his eyes burning, his hair stuck to his forehead, water running down his face, mixing with something... not rain.

• Because you ruined my life!
  He screamed so loudly that his ears rang.
  — With your birth, everything ended. Mom stopped hugging me. Dad no longer said he was proud of me. I became someone who was only scolded. Because you are a girl, you are “little”, you are “defenseless”...And me?!
  He stepped closer, you didn't back down.

— They told me: “Give in! Share! Shut up! You’re the older brother!”
He gritted his teeth.

• And you grew up... and knew nothing. And I was suffocating. Rotting from the inside.
  He was silent for a moment. The rain was still pouring.
  And then the last thing
• It would have been better if you had never been born. It would have been better if you had died that damn night they brought you home.