fall . liam&cole jb
Oct 7, 2019 17:49:22 GMT -5
Post by flyss on Oct 7, 2019 17:49:22 GMT -5
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Liam Hailsham
"Take me!"
There was a chip in Cole's voice that fractured my soul into shards, and I dug my fists into the pile he'd left behind, flinging whatever pieces I could get my hands on into the crowd as he walked away. Like anyone sane, I drew my breath in tight and I pulled my arms in close and I threw myself forward without thinking, body engaged in the full-force, train-stopping despair of a brother who'd lost his better half. But he didn't look back, and I didn't look away; I guess we really were meant for each other, as if our being twins was planned-- the ultimate act of fate.
I watched Cole closely as he took his place on the stage, our card house of memories building spires out of his footsteps, building castles out of his mold. For the first time in years, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, and it scared me. The pages of planned escapes I had shoved into my coat pockets throughout the years told me more than his face did, and yet... the holes they burned into my skin only made me more confused, more angry at the fact that he didn't wait. As if he could have known, I told myself plainly. You'd be lying if you said you never thought the same.
The group barely noticed when I went to pull away.
-
"Let me see Cole," I demanded to the first person I saw. The flickering light on the secretary's desk made the air of the Justice Building hang heavy over my head, and I could feel the condensation forming thick on my upper lip as dread started to pool around me. I could tell the secretary knew who I was before I even had the chance to say, yet she was still kind enough to ask my name. "Liam," I told her quietly, fingers fidgeting with a wad of paper by my leg. "Liam Hailsham." Without a second look my way, she forced a smile and ushered me on to my left. I was greeted by as many faces of pity as I was grace as I went on my way.
When I walked through the door to Cole's room, I didn't even stop to greet him before I thrust my hands into my pockets, pulling wad after wad of paper out of tombs and letting each note fall onto the deep, plush grave of the floor. "Is this your escape?" I asked him, voice wrought tight under the pressure of losing the only person I'd ever known, the only person that'd ever mattered. "Because these were mine." Scattered across the floor before us was every plan I'd forgot to sort away, every poorly-written escape I'd failed to shove under the baseboards back at home. If I'd closed my eyes slowly in that moment, I might have seen the highest card from our card house start to flutter to the ground-- the rest would be sure to follow.
There was a chip in Cole's voice that fractured my soul into shards, and I dug my fists into the pile he'd left behind, flinging whatever pieces I could get my hands on into the crowd as he walked away. Like anyone sane, I drew my breath in tight and I pulled my arms in close and I threw myself forward without thinking, body engaged in the full-force, train-stopping despair of a brother who'd lost his better half. But he didn't look back, and I didn't look away; I guess we really were meant for each other, as if our being twins was planned-- the ultimate act of fate.
I watched Cole closely as he took his place on the stage, our card house of memories building spires out of his footsteps, building castles out of his mold. For the first time in years, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, and it scared me. The pages of planned escapes I had shoved into my coat pockets throughout the years told me more than his face did, and yet... the holes they burned into my skin only made me more confused, more angry at the fact that he didn't wait. As if he could have known, I told myself plainly. You'd be lying if you said you never thought the same.
The group barely noticed when I went to pull away.
-
"Let me see Cole," I demanded to the first person I saw. The flickering light on the secretary's desk made the air of the Justice Building hang heavy over my head, and I could feel the condensation forming thick on my upper lip as dread started to pool around me. I could tell the secretary knew who I was before I even had the chance to say, yet she was still kind enough to ask my name. "Liam," I told her quietly, fingers fidgeting with a wad of paper by my leg. "Liam Hailsham." Without a second look my way, she forced a smile and ushered me on to my left. I was greeted by as many faces of pity as I was grace as I went on my way.
When I walked through the door to Cole's room, I didn't even stop to greet him before I thrust my hands into my pockets, pulling wad after wad of paper out of tombs and letting each note fall onto the deep, plush grave of the floor. "Is this your escape?" I asked him, voice wrought tight under the pressure of losing the only person I'd ever known, the only person that'd ever mattered. "Because these were mine." Scattered across the floor before us was every plan I'd forgot to sort away, every poorly-written escape I'd failed to shove under the baseboards back at home. If I'd closed my eyes slowly in that moment, I might have seen the highest card from our card house start to flutter to the ground-- the rest would be sure to follow.
