"I don't know," he said as he sank down on his knees in front of her. He couldn't bear to see the look in her eyes, so he remained staring downwards. Digging his hands into the sand, concentrated on the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, the warmth of the sun on his skin, and the way the grains of sand slipped through his fingers. He let go of the memories and the pain, and for a brief moment, simply let himself
be.
"Yes," Dalia said. He could hear the smile in her voice, the faint sounds of hope. He could feel her hand hovering over him, picking at the threads of his emotions as she tried to pull out only the good ones, bringing them to the forefront. "I barely recognized you at first - you are shrouded in darkness."
"I know." He remained quiet as she worked on him, shifting through his emotions, flaring and calming each in turn.
"You are worse off then when you left." She sighed as let her hand drop. "I knew that he was no good for you."
"Please," Dylan begged, looking up at his older sister. Her beautiful blonde hair was framed by sunlight, her face just as kind and open as he remembered. "Dalia, I don't want to talk about this."
She turned away, but not quickly enough for Dylan to miss the tears that welled in her eyes. "It's just as well, it's not like I can help you anymore."
"What?"
"Oh, Dylan, I don't know what you've seen or what you've done. When you left here you were muted but the colors were still there. I had hoped you were find yourself, that you would become the same vibrant boy that you used to be. But now they are gone."
Dylan swallowed hard, trying to deny it. "You're wrong."
"You know that I'm not." She got to her feet. "No one can save you now. My brother - he is gone." She turned and walked away, her feet silent on the sand.
He waited until she was gone and the sun was setting on the ocean, until he was completely and utterly alone, before he allowed himself to cry.