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Thomas “Tommy” Monroe

Age: 15 (at the time of passing)

Relation:

Elena Monroe’s younger brother

Personality Traits:

Adventurous, goofy, playful, full of life, fearless, deeply loving toward family
 

Likes:

Climbing trees, playing pranks, riding his bike through the neighborhood, and making people laugh

Dislikes:

Being told to sit still, sadness, seeing people he loves hurt
Role in Story: Catalyst, his accidental death triggers Elena’s grief and sets the story in motion. He lives on in memories, flashbacks, and Elena’s imagination.

Background Story:

Tommy was the kind of kid who could light up a room without even trying. Always grinning, always moving, he had an adventurous spirit that sometimes got him into trouble, but everyone loved him for it. He had a goofy sense of humor and could make even the darkest days feel lighter.

As the middle child of the Monroe family, Tommy had a unique bond with Elena. He often teased her in ways that made her laugh despite her seriousness, and he was fiercely protective of his little sister. Their shared moments, playing in the backyard, secret conversations in the middle of the night, piano duets when Elena still played, are woven into Elena’s memories.

Tommy’s accidental death shattered the Monroe family. For Elena, it was more than losing a brother; it was losing a part of herself, her joy, and her sense of safety. His absence leaves a void that Elena must navigate, while his memory acts as both a haunting reminder and a spark that pushes her toward healing.

Even though Tommy is gone, his spirit lingers in the story. Through flashbacks, cherished memories, and the lessons he unknowingly imparted in life, he continues to influence Elena’s journey. His laughter, bravery, and love serve as a guidepost for her path back to hope, faith, and light.

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Snapshot memory scene from Elena’s perspective:

The backyard was quiet now, but Elena could still hear it, the echo of Tommy’s laughter bouncing off the fence like it belonged to another world. She could almost see him, barefoot, arms outstretched, balancing on the edge of the old wooden swing.

“Bet you can’t do it without falling!” he’d shout, grinning like mischief itself had taken form.

Elena had rolled her eyes then, but she’d laughed anyway, heart light with the kind of joy that only Tommy could pull from her. He’d nudged her, teasing her about being too serious, too careful, too much in her own head. And somehow, in that teasing, he had made her feel braver than she ever thought she could be.

Now, the swing creaked in the wind, empty, lonely. The memory stung sharply, a pang that made her chest ache. But even in the sadness, she felt a spark, Tommy’s spark, daring her to live, to laugh, to find light in a world that had suddenly grown too dark.

“You’d be proud of me,” she whispered to the breeze, imagining him smirking back at her, full of life as always. And maybe, just maybe, he was listening.