anywhere you go [kerfluffle] day 2

anywhere you go [kerfluffle] day 2 Mar 5, 2020 19:41:29 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Mar 5, 2020 19:41:29 GMT -5

You are far enough from the battlefield where you feel safe enough to topple over and try to take it all in. El looked tired, Wally as well, but you? You were crushed. You wished there was so much more you could have done to save the boy that you felt the most connection to here besides your sister. You felt useless in the heat of battle, nearly succumbing to the wounds yourself. You were nothing but scratched up, but Abs had taken the blow that probably costed him his life.

You had to make it right. You had to at least bury him.

Maybe his soul would rest in a peaceful way, or maybe it would be a waste of time, but you were certain that this was the right thing to do. You looked over his body, he was barely holding on. You couldnt find the words you wanted to use, but you could at least feel the light warmth his hands gave off as you held one of them. He was barely hanging on, and the feeling of him dying was one that you wished on no one, not even your worst enemy.

Maybe you were a hopeless boy that had no clue how the world worked, and that this was just another tragedy that would go unpunished. You knew if you would have lashed out, you would be dealt with swiftly and quietly. There would have been no contest to it either, something simple like a tree falling on you, or another ground of mutts to come out of nowhere and rip you limb from limb. None of it sounded great, but that wasnt what was happening now. Abs was dying in front of your eyes, and you wished you could have told him everything about you. You wanted nothing more for him to hold you for just a little longer. Tell you that you were special to him. For him to preach about how much you mattered, to someone other than your family, or your sister. That you were more than Alfonso Izar the tribute. That you were Alfonso Izar the artist. The painter. The boy who wore his heart on his sleeve with literally no apologies attached to it. You craved the feeling of his hand laying over your chest and him whispering in your ears to tell you that everything was going to be alright, and then go on to tell you all about his family in one. How his sister would always tease him, out of love of course.

Love was such a funny word, but it felt right. Maybe you were on your way to loving him. Maybe Manuela was right about love coming out of nowhere and hitting you right in the face. Maybe there wasnt any doubt in your mind, instead it was pain, and heartache and torment and everything else that could have gone wrong here. You wanted this feeling to go away, but it would not let up. It was here to stay and you wanted to evict it quickly. You actually wished it could have been you to die in his place rather so. Because then he could go on and love, and conquer, and try and do all the things that you felt like you were not worthy to do here. You had already reserved yourself to dying of course, so you knew it was going to come. Abs on the other hand, did not know that this was going to come. He was blindsided, just like love was starting to blindside them. Or maybe it was like? Or maybe it didnt fucking matter. Absalom Otterl would be no more by the end of the day.

You stopped beating yourself up for just a moment, realizing that he was trying to say something to you. Abs' voice was weak, but your hearing had always been strong. You were a good listener. He spoke your name faintly, and that sent you into a delirium. You wished he would stop talking, save his strength and try to hang on. However, you could tell that this was not going to happen. He was ready to move on, and sadly, you had to be ready as well. Your eyes met his for a moment before pressing your lips against his, a weird facet that not many people would probably understand. You could feel him clutch your hands even tighter before pulling your head back and watching his other eye stop moving. You felt his hands grow limp in your own.

He was gone.

And you cried for a while. You could feel tears stream down your face as you tried to shake him awake, thinking that somehow that would do the trick. That all of the sudden he would find a new life and spring up and just be the boy that you were falling for. But minutes passed, and nothing came of it. You could let hours pass and you knew that nothing would change. He was gone, and there was nothing more you could do. You simply shut down and tried to block out the sound around you. You knew Walter had something, and Eloise had probably been chastising you in their head, but you did not care. You were hurting, and this was how you were going to heal. Maybe.

Possibly.

You didnt know, and you had to let a couple more minutes pass before you realized that maybe this was not the sadness you had been wanting to feel. That Abs probably would have called you a fool for being so emotional, but you could not help it. There was somethign here and it had been stolen from you. Sure, you knew that was a possibility, but that didnt nullify the fact that you wanted it to just last a little bit longer. Long enough for both of you to share everything that you were comfortable with sharing. Maybe even sharing things that youd both consider private.

There was potential and it was ripped from your fingertips.

Then you heard a large thud near by. A parachute had come down with an oblong shaped bag that had a shovel and a vial of liquid. The liquid read Antidote, and then you found a shovel. You looked at it and held it in your hands realizing that this was your chance more than ever. "Im gonna bury him guys. Its the right thing to do." you say to both of them as you stand, not really caring if they had any sort of objection to the notion. They didnt have to understand how you felt anyway.

They just had to be supportive.