Anniversary of Our Death by Mira Sahvon

 - Where did you run?
I missed - well, why does he say that in such a tone.
- Why did you come? - A light summer breeze through the body, goosebumps became friends with butterflies.
- You are not happy? - Danya raised an eyebrow. - Give me the fire.
- You don't smoke, - Vanya squinted at his lips, which seductively enveloped a cigarette. Beard matched to his brother, added status.
- I did not smoke, Van - even if it was chewed, but he sounded beautiful. Danya squinted at the nicotine sticks, Vanya squinted at his lips. Finally, realizing what to do, lit a cigarette.
- I am glad. Just no news for ten years, - the groom began his expressive monologue.
- I called my parents, - said Danila.
- Do not interrupt, - seeing the displeased expression Vanya added. - Do not interrupt, please. You didn’t really explain anything to me, packed your bags and went to your London. Of course I am happy for you.
-But ..., -  Danya filled the awkward pause.
- But you asshole. That's all, - he jumped out from the table, as if stung by leprosy. - How could you do that? We didn’t even try anything.Yes, life could have been different.
- You do not like your life? - Danya jumped out and grabbed his brother by the shoulders. - Tell me you're not happy. Family, work, fame – you have everything, what other people want.
- What kind of people? Do you hear yourself ? - he promised himself that he would no longer shed tears. But he could not control anything now.
- I couldn't have been there without you. But with you I can not. Well what’s wrong with you? - Danya firmly hugged the groom, he was ashamed of these tears. These embraces were so strong that the ribs were imprinted, and he could hear someone else's pulse. Vanya quickly came to his senses and quickly pulled away so as not to repeat the mistakes of the past and not to lose his brother again.
-Sorry, - he said shyly, hiding his eyes.
- I thought about that night every day, Van. At first I was just trying to escape, then I was ashamed to return. I'm sorry. Fuck, I just wanted us to have a normal life, - Danila was making excuses.
- You just did not feel that I were. If you had, you would not have done so, - the groom's voice had returned to normal. Now he sounded still as confident and loud.
Vanya slid along the wall and squatted, his brother repeated the same action and laid his head on his shoulder. Together they smoked another cigarette, enjoying the same desirable certainty between them that they had been looking for for ten years:
Let's run away, - Dania broke the silence and looked into the eyes of Vanya, who tried to pretend that everything was OK, that he was not embarrassed by someone else’s head on his shoulder.
A woman is waiting for me, I can't leave her, I'm not you, -  he could punch. Vanya gently pushed Danya away from himself and walking towards the main entrance to the restaurant, finally spat out. - By the way, Anya does not like chamomile.
But you love, -  whispered the man into the void.