Traitor

People change,

People grow,

People live,

People die,

But the memories,

Never fade.

Victor Mairo

Brianna's POV

I tried to understand, I really did, but the silence on the part of the demons was eerie. Like the silence just before a deadly storm. For the past three weeks, no towns taken over by demons, no suspicious activity on earth, apart from the natural messed up people of course. I really had no idea what was going on, but I didn't like it one bit.

"Hey Bri. What do you see?" Brian, materialized from behind me, as I sat on the ledge, swinging my legs back and forth, watching the children play below. "Don't do that," I chastised with a stern, albeit amused face. Getting angry with Brian was like getting angry with a cute little poddle. It just wasn't worth it. He was the brother I never had, Eden giving me a second chance to right my wrongs. I smiled at the fond memories of Kale Dennison, a broken boy, too tired to cry.