11:59

As twelve bodies arranged themselves around a table too small for their fully grown bodies to be too close to each other.

To feel something they had long forgotten. 

To remember what family felt like.

To hear what silence among brothers sounded like.

To taste words they had sworn to never speak again.

To smell the all too familiar scents of others when curled around them.

To not pretend to be okay again.

To be themselves.

Every broken piece included.