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concern  for  his  brother  is  an  understatement.           but  five  has  always  been  so  CLOSED  OFF  ,  even  before  the  damn  jump.          coming  back  from  it  seemed  to  just  make  things  ...    well  ,  substantially  worse  on  the  ( older  )  littlest  brother.          viktor  can’t  begin  to  imagine  what  it  was  like  ,  seeing  them  all  dead.           knowing  there  was  nothing  to  be  done  but  try  to  get  back  &  save  everything  he’d  ever  known.        not  being  able  to  do  that  for  decades.           &&  then  to  come  home  to  such  disconnection  &  disjointed  cooperation  that  it  was    I M P O S S I B L E   to  get  anything  done  ----------

the walk to the beach is quiet,   silent,   save for the crashing of waves in the distance and the indistinct chatter in the nearby homes,    and the scuffle of loose flip flops.    she doesn’t plan to say anything,   having nothing particularly useful going through her mind         —         only the weak felt the need to fill gaps with unnecessary chatter,   unable to handle the weight that came with silence.    and then she spots a rock in front of her path and she kicks it,   watching it topple a few feet away,   and when she reaches it again,   her kick is paired with blue flames that scorch the entire trail up.         ❝  stupid rock.    stupid peasants.    stupid spineless sons of useless admirals with absolutely zero ambition nor vision !  ❞         the words string out in anger,   octaves practically exploding near the end of her breath.    

HONESTY MEME.

he ignores the gash on his elbow,   gaze instead trained on f.p.         —          faceplant,   the skateboard he’d miraculously held onto since he was ten.    it wasn’t technically his,   he used to share it with justin after saving up enough money between the two of them to share custody over.    f.p. collected dust in his closet over the years,   even following him to college and declan was   more than careful   in taking care of the deck,   only using it for strolls down the streets.    bright green and blue customizations underneath,   initials scattered all over,   and now it rest over one of the tables,   brutally cracked in half,   with a white cloth over it like a body in a morgue.    he’s almost zoning out until he feels a stinging sensation much more intense,         ❝    ow !    ow,   owie,   owwwwwww,   girl what are you   doing   ?    ❞         he finally tears his focus from the board towards dakota,   who’d been playing nurse since the moment he stormed in.    the scent of rubbing alcohol is enough to answer his question and he bites back a groan as the sensation subsides. 

all things came to an end at some point,   he just thought he could   prevent   it from happening.    propping his arm up more to assist her,   his brows furrow at her comment until he realizes    ‘ buttons ’    has started blasting over the speakers of the shop.    he snorts,         ❝    did you hijack the store’s playlist ?    ❞         he leans into the chair,   back of his head resting over the counter.         ❝    can they make the pain in my   heart   go away ?    i’m grieving.    ❞  

all  things  considered,  talking  to  a  headstone  was  just  like  talking  to  her  parents.  except,  thankfully,  it  wouldn’t  talk  back.  as  the  years  passed,  she  worried  that  this  piece  of  stone  would  be  all  that  was  left  of  him.  a  seven  year  old’s  memories  were  fleeting,  and  mom  and  dad  made  sure  to  shove  every  piece  of  him  she  couldn’t  salvage  into  boxes.  just  like  they  had  done  to  her.  her  plaid  skirt  billows  out  around  her,  hardly  lady  like,  but  drowning  in  tears  she  could  hardly  care  about  niceties.  

HERE  LIES  ALEXANDER  MERCER   ,    but  what  was  even  under  the  surface?  what  did  that  even  mean?  he  didn’t  have  his  drumsticks,  his  heart,  his  love  of  music.  their  parents  had  stuck  him  in  a  stuffy  suit  and  placed  a  bible  quote  under  his  name  even  though  they  had  made  it  very  clear  there  was  no  place  in  the  chapel  for  people  like  him.  or  her.  maybe  having  little  to  no  memories  of  him  was  best.  her  big  brother  was  a  clean  canvas,  he  could  be  anyone  or  anything  she  needed,  and  right  now  she  needed  someone  to  talk  to.    

“    i    don't    care    if    you    don't.    ”

“    i    wish    that    i    knew    what    makes    you    think    i'm    so    special.    ”