Summary:
It's not a lacking of spine
Nor of physical pulse
It's just a feeling of distance
Akin to a feeling of loss
Of love in the youth
Of my limited life
That passed in a violent
And ritual screwing inside
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Wilbur shut the door with a soft click.
Schlatt was leaning against the wall.
“So I need to be looked after, huh?” Schlatt snarled, standing up straight.
Wilbur sighed, walking ahead and in the direction of their campsite together.
“Hey Wil, I’m talking to you!” Schlatt said, grabbing Wilbur’s sleeve.
Wilbur whipped around. “What did you do to him, Schlatt?”
Schlatt let go of Wilbur’s sleeve.
“He’s destroyed! What did you DO?” Wilbur demanded, taking a step back from him.
“I…”
“No- I shouldn’t even ask. Alex told me everything I needed to know about what kind of person you are.” Wilbur spat out.
Silence fell between them.
Schlatt looked shell shocked. Then, his face twisted into a scowl.
“Don’t act all high and mighty Wil!” Schlatt sneered, stalking towards him. “Like you didn’t destroy people either! Like you didn’t ruin every life you came in contact with!” Schlatt grabbed Wilbur’s arm again, jerking him forward. “Like you weren’t just. Like. Me.”
Wilbur struggled against his grip. “I wasn’t like you! I actually cared!”
Schlatt barked out a laugh, full of spite and vindictiveness. “And where did that get you, huh? Where did that lead you?” Wilbur felt Schlatt’s nails dig from under his jacket. “Dead. With me.”
Wilbur jerked his hand out of Schlatt’s grip.
Neither of them spoke for what felt like years. Watching each other as the colors of the sunset passed over them. Schlatt seemed to sink into himself as time passed, his eyes clouding.
Wilbur was the first to speak after their silence.
“Schlatt,” Wilbur whispered, slowly grabbing Schlatt’s hand and covering it with both of his own. “Why is Alex like that?”
Schlatt took a deep breath.
“Because….he thought he loved me.”
Wilbur’s eyes widened.
“And he did whatever he could to convince me I loved him back,” He sucked in another breath, “Till he realized I never would.”
Wilbur’s voice came out in a whisper, “Why couldn’t you love him?”
“Because I wanted something else.” Schlatt said, meeting his eyes. “Do you know what I wanted, Wil?”
Wilbur couldn’t speak.
Schlatt lifted his other hand, touching Wilbur’s face.
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the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows
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