War of Faeries

Chapter 14

I woke up in my bed. I was back in the palace. I was back in a cage. Alone. I was alone. He wasn't here. He didn't stay with me. Although I would never expect him too. This was the enemies territory, this wasn't a place meant for him. This wasn't a place for me either, although at  one point in time it was my destiny to rule this place. At one point in time it was my destiny to live a happy life here. At one point, but not anymore. This wasn't my destiny anymore, although I am not quite sure what is.'

Light tapping sounded at my door, even though the sun was barely rising. I didn't make a move to open the door, and I didn't make a sound either. The person on the other side of the door and either assume I am not in here, or safe and warm in my bed asleep. A soft sigh was the only thing I heard before footsteps retreating down the hall. Guess whoever it was finally made up their mind.  

I push the bedding off of my lap and make my way to the door. Although once I saw what I was wearing I froze. I was wearing his shirt. Or one of them at least. One of the ones I used to wear, before I tore all of us apart. For some reason just knowing that I was wearing his shirt made my want to crawl back into bed. So that's exactly what I did. I crawled back into bed, and inhaled his scent before closing my eyes, and drifting off to sleep. 

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I was there. The cabin. I was back at the cabin, except this time I was inside. This time I was reliving a memory. Something that felt like it happened a lifetime ago, and I guess it may have been a lifetime ago at this point. 

My cheeks were soaked in tears, one thought floating through my mind. Jack died. He was dead. I would never see him again. There would be no more late night conversations, no more pulling pranks, no more big brother hugs. I would never have those moments with him again. No more adventures because we got bored, no more fights. It was all over. All at once I could wrap my head around that fact, and yet at the same time I couldn't. 

I was going insane. The only thing that was keeping me sane were the strong arms wrapped around me. Holding me, making sure I wouldn't completely loose my sanity. I let my tears soak his shirt as I inhaled his intoxicating scent. That calming more than anything, and just as I thought I was coming to terms with him being gone, another wave of grief hit me. It didn't matter, because he was willing to hold me in his arms. 

We stood there for what felt like hours, but from the sunlight streaming in through the window it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Eventually I pulled away from him, and looked up at him. He placed a kiss atop my head before pulling me back into his chest. The loss of Jack was not only hitting me hard, but him as well. Jack was the one that held all of us together, but more than that. Jack was his brother. Maybe not by blood, but that doesn't always matter. Family is more than blood, family is a group of people- or a person that is their continually through the thick and the thin.

"You don't have to hold it in. Its just you and me in here."

"Hmm." is his reply. 

At first I thought that was all he was going to say, I thought he wouldn't answer me. I knew he needed time, and space. I was more than willing to give those things to him, but I wanted him to know that I was there for him. That the door was open for him to talk to me if he wanted to. My tears have now started to dry on my skin as I haven't shed a tear in a few moments. 

"I feel like someone has their hand wrapped around my heart and squeezing. I cant seem to breath properly either." I don't say anything, this was his time to talk. "I know that its normal. I know that its just grief, but its...." his voice cracks and he shudders, he lets out a deep breath. I tighten my hold around his waist as he silently sobs.