He watched as the family of four walked down the street together. There was nothing strange about this family. That was not why he watched.
He watched because they were perfectly ordinary.
There were the mother and father, happy, smiling married. Bound in a way that he could never be.
Not with the one he loved.
The children, so obviously their's. Heads full of beautiful blond hair, eyes bright and blue. The looked like their father.
A hand brushed his own, and he started. His own silver eyes met golden orbs filled with worry.
"You alright, Al?" his brother asked, lacing their fingers together.
Al jerked his hand away, steppin