Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."
Ezekiel sat up, his back pressed against the comfortable chocolate leather sofa, his long limbs sprawled; his legs out from beneath him, his arms pressed up behind his head. "This may sound crazy... But I think it's Jeremiah." Ezekiel said with a light shrug before shaking his head solemnly, letting a loud sigh escape him. His pale blue eyes flickered across the ceiling, wondering where his brother was right at this moment, and why he was paying for the electricity here? Or why.. Ugh the thoughts rambled his brain, and Ezekiel let out a small hiss.
Jeremiah Tyler Crosse
"At least I'm not a monster like you."
Jeremiah figeted with the car keys as the car's hum of the engine ceased to exist. Why were the house lights on? The young lad, just about eighteen, lived alone, and with his new internship at Kingston Inc., he was able to keep his father's and brother's old home. The house gave off bad memories, but it was comforting to Jeremiah- who no longer had any family that he knew of to look after them. He sat in his old '07 Chevy, staring at the lights that remained on. Had he forgotten to turn them off? No.. he always remembered.. right? Opening the car door, Jeremiah exited and slammed it shut behind him as he neared the front porch. He fished through his pockets for some keys as Jeremiah heard conversation inside. His heart raced as he quickly fidgeted with the lock and keys. Pushing the door open with a blind rage, Jeremiah froze, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned down in a scowl. "...Zeke?" Jeremiah said, his tone choked up and angry alike.