Revivebur.

Sitting on his bed, the white-haired musician was tuning his guitar according to the notes of the song he was about to perform. His thin and pale fingers tremblingly fingered the strings of his instrument, knocking out the sound from it and listening to find the right one. the man slowly looked up, admiring his little brother, who was sitting against the wall and playing his console, being very passionate about the game. Wilbur turned his gaze to his younger brother's curly hair, admiring its warm blonde color, which gave off a golden tint in the light of the table lamp. Soot slowly rose from his bed and, putting his guitar on it, sat down on the edge of his brother’s bed. he smelled of the tart smell of cigarettes, the famous and expensive Marlboro line, which the younger one didn’t like so much.

• How was your day, Tommy?

Wilbur asked his brother quietly and calmly, looking at him, waiting to meet his blue eyes.

I am more dependent on Tommy than on drugs.