secret hearts {Larceny & Nico}
May 9, 2019 15:39:58 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on May 9, 2019 15:39:58 GMT -5
He was just another boy.
That's what I've been telling myself since... Since his words as soft as the feathers of a new born chick took flight from silence. Or maybe it was earlier, when his voice found strength among a sea of shocked expressions. Either way, I just keep saying those same five words over, and over, and over.
He was just another boy.
But there is something beneath the surface, something stirring in the shadows. There is a pain that knows only one name, a hurt that should only sting from the embrace of connection. Yet it has found a harbor in the reanimated beat of my once frozen heart. It has found a haven in the water of my eyes that I once thought eternally dry. It has tempted emotion which, both in life and rebirth, has never known my name, but I know its'. It is the heavy shackles of grief.
He was just another boy.
If that's true, then why now do I stand at the edge of freshly overturned earth blanketed in floral sympathies. If it's true, then why have I added a lily to this lifeless garden each day since he came home. If the words I keep repeating are wrapped in fact, then why do I stand here staring at his name in stone as the sky cries at such a sorrowful sight? I am Larceny Theft, I came back to life. I do not have feelings for I am nothing but a shadow. Yet still...
He was just another boy.
The storm shudders with a roar of thunder. It is like the canons of death which remain forever in the prints of my shoes in the mud. It is the murder of Carter Laws. It is fall of Maxwell Temple. It is the end of Larceny Theft. It is the destruction of Auto Theft. It is the near victory of Bette Subino. And it is the eternal wilting of Severus Ward. It is all of these, encapsulated in the scars of the fallen. In the steps of a fifteen year old boy approaching the building where his life ended.
He was just another boy.
I say it one more time in my head as I stare at the boy gifted from the slaughter. I think it one more time as with every step closer the visions of our past bubble through my mind. Handing him his book from the rain. Running a fist across the face of a boy who called him a name. Pretending not to notice his stare from across the street. I remember it one more time to hide the fact that,
He was not just another boy.
He's the boy who has broken a secret heart I didn't even know I had.
I stare Nico Thorne dead in the eyes as my skin drenched from the clouds leaks to the marble floor.
"It's not really life is it? Coming back."