Ace used to be my favorite person in the world. He used to protect me once upon a time and would dare anyone to hurt me. I don’t know when he stopped, or when I became his enemy. I remember when he beat up a boy in my school that was bothering me. I told him how he kept pulling my hair and Ace told me not to worry about it. Next thing I knew, he was at the school whooping that boy’s ass. I felt proud to have a brother that didn’t play about me, and it was something that I wore as a badge of honor. That was the last time that I felt like my brother gave a fuck about me.
and just like that he changed for whatever reason
