Simon - Kindergarten

I knew Simon, but as everyone calls him, Ghost, since I was less than 3 years old because my mother and his mother were childhood best friends and my older brother was his friend since childhood.
Simon had been through terrible things,
Traumas that only I knew how much they affected him, I knew about his nightmares, I received his calls in the middle of an anxiety attack in the early hours of the morning, I knew about that mask of humor that he used so that nobody would see how bad he was, he was my brother...my other half, until today that we are teenagers, me with 16 and him with 17, we never drifted apart.
But this summer something changed between us, puberty appeared and that made the boy I knew in the garden gently disappear, your chubby belly was now a perfect abdomen trained by Rugby, your blond hair was longer, your gray eyes were still the same, you had grown a little beard.
We were asleep in my bed when my brother suddenly opened the door: “Juli, get up! And you… what are you doing here?!” He said, looking at me and then at Simon.