Amerians had a saying, “Let it rain.” It meant that it was alright to let go of pent up emotions and cry if one needed to. There were even times and places referred as rainy; where tears were expected to flow freely and no one would be looked in askance at if they cried. Funerals, weddings, births of children; all of these were rainy times.

Emery had always been more sensitive than most people he knew. Even when other people were cool and collected, he would have emotions that threatened to erupt. Whether it was his anger that was about to boil over, or tears that threatened, Emery didn’t seem to control his emotion as well as some boys who were younger.

He looked at his little brother, standing alone in a room they had shared until recently, with tears standing in his eyes. Miles was fine. He looked more frustrated than upset. “I’ll be fine, brother,” he said.

Hearing this, Emery sniffled, tears pouring down his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said, his voice choked. “I’ll see you… at the holidays.”

“If he sees you crying he will,” Miss Shields whispered.

Emery wiped at his eyes rebelliously. If Miles cried it wouldn’t be because he was. It would be because the prefects and officials of the school had put them in the untenable position of being separated for the first time in their lives.

“I’ll see you,” Miles repeated. “You’ll be alright too, Brother.”

The boys exchanged a hug that threatened to last an overly long amount of time. Miss Shields tugged at Emery’s sleeve and he stepped back. With a wave of his hand, he turned and dashed down the corridor, hating his rebellious tears.