#missing this era

Scar stared up at the sky, at the vibrant blue that spilled out from the center of his eye. He was choking on his own blood. Red and dark like pomegranate. But it was red, and he knew it was red, and for the first time, he saw it was red. He saw that the sky was blue and it was beautiful. The most beautiful thing, however, was the man who was slowly killing him. His blonde ruffled hair, laden with dirt and blood perfectly framed his face, tanned by their days in the sun. His brilliant blue eyes were overflowing with sorrow and unspoken apologies as he continues to break the bones in Scar’s body. The sounds of Scar coughing and sputtering fills the little clearing along with Grian’s quiet, steady breathing. Scar was filled with red rage but it didn’t overtake him like it took the others; like it took Grian. It was quiet, calming, like a steady buzz of a hummingbird. He looks back up at the sky. Grian had never touched him, not once before he had laid the first punch to his jaw and Scar smiles a tiny bit.

“Grian…” Scar manages to barely cough out as he lay on the sand, bleeding out.

“Yeah Scar..?” Grian breathes, wiping at his eyes. He was killing his best friend. He was-

“The sky…” Scar whispers, his smiling growing “it’s blue…”

Grian looks up and his breath hitches as a sob is caught in his throat