Silence filled the air. A 12-year-old boy with a sharp jawline and a pointed nose sat across from his older brother in the dining room. The kid's ocean blue eyes glued on his breakfast.
Sometimes, one or two times, he would glance over at his brother. But he kept his silence and waited for his brother to at least say something—just a couple of sentences.
"Are you going to eat your breakfast, or are you just going to stare at it until it rots away?" Finally, a sentence came through Kiaran's mouth.
"Ah, sorry." Axel quickly apologized, not wanting to antagonize his brother any further.
He grabbed his spoon and ate his cereal slowly, still glancing over at his tired brother sometimes. He noticed how his brother's messy black hair that's identical to his own covered his right eye with bags under it.
It had been three months since their father flew away with Adreanna. He was always on his trips to god knows where.