❍ ❍ ❝ 𝕿𝐖𝐎 𝕲𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 ,
╰───➣ we're just two 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 standing
in the 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 of you and 𝒎𝒆
trying to 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 how
it 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 to have a 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕. ❞ ೄ
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𝕿𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑭 SHIELDED SUNLIGHT ON HIS PALE SKIN AWOKE RAYMOND FROM HIS DREAMS OF LONGING REST; HIS EYES REFUSING TO CRACK OPEN TO THE SUN'S WARMTH. He didn't welcome the luminous view of the living room, and he planned on staying planted on the couch for as long as he could but was intruded by a hand fleeing through his hair and a delicate voice speaking.
"Raymond, wake up, darling."
His own mother's voice was like another blanket being poured over him, filling him with the warmth comfort brought. The aroma of her lavender-scented gowns churned in his nostrils; the sweet, floral smell therapeutic for him as her nimble fingertips developed a rhythm in petting his hair to stir him awake.
He chose to wake up gradually, his eyes inching open a bit at a time; detecting glimpses of his mother's twirled hair until he got the full picture. "Hmm, morning." His voice was possessed with the morning affect as he shuffled up against the couch; sparing his mother a tired smile in greeting.
"I made you breakfast."
His appetite was poor, but Raymond didn't object as he sat up and made his way over to the kitchen table; knowing the percentage of having another good meal will be dropping miraculously as of today. He kissed her cheek as he sat down. "Thanks, Mum. Is Dennis up, or is he sleeping in as always?"
"No. He's very much so awake." Another voice sounded from behind him, his younger brother, Dennis, entering; rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Good morning to you too."
Raymond smiled as his sibling took a seat beside him, wrapping his arm around him and giving his shoulder a short squeeze before letting go. "You coming to say goodbye to your big brother today?"
"Obviously." Dennis scoffed, taking a sip from the glass of milk his mother had generously poured before licking his lips clean; a sad look soon dampening his eyes as he set the glass down. "I should be going with you though."
"We've been over this, Dennis. You're too young." Was all Raymond answered, biting the inner flesh of his cheek to refrain from speaking any further. However, Dennis wasn't done just yet.
"I'm sixteen - almost seventeen! I'm well equipped to fight! The system is rigged!" His voice grew louder in an attempt to push his point, his brother rolling his eyes as he finished the mouthful of food he was chewing.
