Memories

"What is your dream?" The sunny bright Elliot asked, flashing his best smile as he looked at 15 years old Alex, who was one year younger than him.

"My dream, it is to see Hannah get old happily, marry her to a man she loves, complete all of her dreams, give name to her childrens, and then get old with gray hairs without any regret." Alex blabbered out his dream without even thinking twice, as he even proudly raised his head.

"Tch, sis-con bastard. Where are you in it?" Elliot rubbed Alex's head.

"Who cares where am I? What about you? What is your dream?" Alex asked as he glanced at Elliot, who still had that small sunny smile, nearly making him want to pinch his cheeks all over.

"My dream is to ----------------- Hahahahahaha..." Elliot laughed, but the smile reaching his eyes told Alex how serious he was.

Making Alex so angry that he grabbed the laughing fucker from his neck and choked him, "Now you are only asking for trouble, bastard."