After many many years of playing alone in the tower, the boys started to grow lonely. Playing alone wasn't much fun after all! They had even started to forget why they had fought at all. But they were both too proud to admit they were wrong or forgive the other. So they stayed.

Then one day the older boy came down with a strange illness. He grew very sick. So sick that he couldn't play with his toys or shout at his brother. The younger twin wondered what was wrong since the tower was so quiet. He shouted for his brother but there was no response. Then suddenly a white note floated to the ground. It read..

I'm sorry we have been apart for all these years. I missed being able to play with you, dear brother. But it seems my time is at an end. I wish I could have seen you one last time but we were both too proud.

The younger boy cried out for his twin but it was too late. Suddenly all the anger he had felt because of that fight years ago no longer seemed so important. All he wanted was to see his brother, and that was a wish that could not be granted. He lost all that time that he could have spent making memories with a brother he would never see again.