Call Them Brothers [Shy/Del Day 6 Leisure]
Nov 29, 2020 11:18:51 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Nov 29, 2020 11:18:51 GMT -5
The bitter cold rushes through my nose as I take this moment in as Del responds. I pick up a word here and there. I think he said something about not needing to thank him, but I already did and I'm not taking it back. What's going to happen to us after all of this? Does either of us actually stand a chance at winning these games? Will it be worth it to survive one of these again, and would it be better to put the pain onto someone else?
“I’d do it all over again for you.” My teeth bite my inner lip. Why do I get stuck with the good-hearted people? Just let me kill people and not have to worry about losing them. My eyes dart down to the horizon, zoning out the world again. Is there some higher being that enjoys watching its creation torture themselves? Why and how could it let this all happen? None of us should be here. If there was a higher power, it wouldn't have had this happen, would it?
Del's voice cuts through my head. “I think I like seeing these better than sunrise. You don’t have to think about what’s coming next right away." I glance over at him, appreciating what most would call a friend, before going back at the horizon, nodding in agreement. My brain formulates multiple responses that I would love to say, but none of them seem like the right thing to say. With each passing second, the pressure to say something bears down, even though I know he won't care if I don't respond. It's not like I've been the most social person these games, to begin with, but it would be nice to not be a dick today.
With the sun almost completely set, I blurt out what we've both probably been thinking: "You know what needs to happen." I pause, trying to regain my composure. "I think we need to... I think we need to go our own separate ways soon." I don't want to have you go through the same pain I went through. You deserve better.
“I’d do it all over again for you.” My teeth bite my inner lip. Why do I get stuck with the good-hearted people? Just let me kill people and not have to worry about losing them. My eyes dart down to the horizon, zoning out the world again. Is there some higher being that enjoys watching its creation torture themselves? Why and how could it let this all happen? None of us should be here. If there was a higher power, it wouldn't have had this happen, would it?
Del's voice cuts through my head. “I think I like seeing these better than sunrise. You don’t have to think about what’s coming next right away." I glance over at him, appreciating what most would call a friend, before going back at the horizon, nodding in agreement. My brain formulates multiple responses that I would love to say, but none of them seem like the right thing to say. With each passing second, the pressure to say something bears down, even though I know he won't care if I don't respond. It's not like I've been the most social person these games, to begin with, but it would be nice to not be a dick today.
With the sun almost completely set, I blurt out what we've both probably been thinking: "You know what needs to happen." I pause, trying to regain my composure. "I think we need to... I think we need to go our own separate ways soon." I don't want to have you go through the same pain I went through. You deserve better.