knock twice // beck & ky
Jul 12, 2020 0:25:25 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jul 12, 2020 0:25:25 GMT -5
Some of him was still in the room behind him, a perfect son sat at a table, eating lunch with his mom and the woman she loved.
But the tips of his fingers ached and he could feel loss in the palm of his hand where the ghost of Emmett's skin haunted him. It was an odd feeling, as if a limb had been torn with from him and sewn on haphazardly. Ky felt the ghost of a sleepy sigh on his neck. He brushed his fingers over the spot but there was nothing there and he knew that there wasn't going to be anything there again.
There was no sound, just the muffled sound of voices behind the door that he leaned against. Katelyn's door, just another wall he'd tossed up between him and his mom again. Ky had always been good at that, with every attempt made to break his walls down, he only seemed to build them up stronger.
Emmett had ignored all of them somehow and Ky hadn't expected that. He'd expected another career, a kid who hated Ky for everything that he had been given without the blood and sweat that everyone else was expected to give. Emmett had lain on him in the dark of a digital setting sun and whispered quiet things he'd never hear again.
Ky gazed down the hallway, eyes on the elevator at the other end. He could go there now, go to the thirteenth floor and just make sure that Emmett wasn't there.
He'd never see those eyes again, those gentle things the colour of seawater. Rain on a greenhouse roof- it was gone, they were gone. God, he was so foolish. It was his own fault for falling for him, the pain in his chest was his own fault, the ache in his fingertips- they were him.
He had done this to himself.
A scream was building in the back of his throat but he just stood there, eyes on the elevator doors, expression unyielding. He couldn't break down there, couldn't let the acid that threatened in the back of his throat come up. Besides, in the quiet of the hallway, he could pretend that nothing had happened, that the last five minutes or so had been a lie and Emmett wasn't dead.
Because maybe it'd be just like yesterday and in the morning, Emmett would wake up, ready to try again. There'd be no paper birds, no boys from five named Kenji, just the quiet of a boy so beautiful that he felt like he was losing his mind, oh god was he losing his mind? In the hallway?
Ky looked down at his hands, at the way that his fingers curled inwards like claws. "He's already gone," he said, "You can't hold onto him, he's gone." They didn't straighten though, stubborn as always, so certain that if he just hadn't let go of Emmett, he'd still be here and it'd be alright.
But they would have taken him all the same, there was nothing he could have done.
Ky gazed at the elevator doors as a soft ding rang out. He was suddenly in front of them but he couldn't remember walking down the hall. He looked back over his shoulder at Katelyn's closed door and knew it wasn't too late, that he could go back and apologize.
He stepped through the doors all the same and stared at the rows of floor buttons, unable to remember which one he needed. So he just stood there, staring at the buttons, aching.