Serendipity:
/serənˈdipədē/
(n) The good fortune of finding something valuable or special by accident.
"You once told me that the line between love and hate was a blurred one. How do we know once we've crossed it?"
In which a prophecy tears apart Q...
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~Two Way Mirrors~
Apollo Caldwell
*start song* I often wondered what dying felt like.
Whether it hurt up until the last moment or if there was some semblance of peace beforehand. It used to only be in the late hours of the night that I thought about it. When everyone else had fallen asleep and I was left alone with my own mind.
Now it took everything in me not to wonder about that endlessly.
About whether my mother felt herself hit the ground. About whether Quinn's dad only remembered pain in his last moments.
Wonder if I'd ever get Quinn back, or if she too, was lost to me like everyone else.
The world seemed to be going in slow motion since the day that it all happened. Guilt weighed upon my shoulders so heavily that it took all of my effort each day just to remember to breathe.
And no matter how many times Briar tried to reassure me that it wasn't my fault, I knew. If had been there...
If I hadn't run away from my mum.
If I hadn't left Quinn.
No matter how hard I tried, I always managed to hurt the people I cared most about.
Briar couldn't understand it no matter how hard she tried. Each day I watched as her patience grew thin while waiting for me to be okay again.
And although I loved her, I couldn't bring myself to care.
I was there when she wanted me to be. Stood by her side when she was around others, but the moment the doors shut I didn't have the capacity to give her more. A small part of me had started to resent her no matter how hard I tried not to.
How could she be so okay?
How could she smile and laugh when her best friends were dying?
"Apollo are you listening to me?" Her voice suddenly asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I looked up from Briar's bed to see her standing in front of her closet her face smile fading. "Oh-um yeah, yeah I'm listening. What's up?" I answered while running a hand through my hair.
"I was just wondering if knew where Quinn and Lorenzo went off to. I figured that she'd spend the afternoon here with what day it is."
A pang of guilt sliced through my heart just at the mention of the day. It was the first birthday that I hadn't spent with Quinn had since we met.
"No" I shook my head, "But he has a way of making her feel okay again so I wouldn't stress it"
Briar's smile completely dropped at that as she turned around to continue looking through her closet. The obvious jealousy on her face sent another spark of agitation through me. I wasn't sure why Lorenzo being the one to help Quinn through this bothered her so much, but it wasn't the first time that this look was on her face.
