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"Pain...is beautiful"
"I never saw it that way" The words had already tumbled out of my mouth.
"Yeah, it's a different angle of seeing it." He answered smoothly.
"What made you look at it that way?"
He drew in a deep breathe as he stared at the...
|| TW : Mention of death, loss and panic attacks ||
[Hope you're buckled up tightly. Got a load of songs in this one btw]
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Lucas's POV
1997
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A bright, warm Sunday was here and that was a call for me and Justin, my brother who was younger than me by five months, to step out for a long playtime.
"You take that spot, I'll take this one" I pointed a spot by the other window of our treehouse.
It was our chosen place to have a quality playtime and it was built two Christmases ago by our dad. He helped us arrange the interior as well and now it had a basket of toys, two little beanbags, a book corner and a shelf holding our toy vehicles. It was quite cozy and didn't get too warm or cold for us.
Right now, me and Justin were in a mission.
We were dressed up in khaki clothes where some were borrowed from our dad; my ivy cap, scarf and Justin's jacket which was too big for him. We wanted to look quite the part, so we had black face paint strips across our cheeks as well. Our weapons were filled up water guns and a skipping rope which was our makeshift handcuff. Our target area was our vast backyard. The treehouse was in a secluded corner and gave an unobstructed view of the area. We were in search of "intruders" who would dare to appear in our backyard.
Justin crawled over to his assigned spot and readied his gun.
"Remember, one sign of suspicious movement, we attack"
"Got it"
Kneeling by my window, I adjusted my pair of binoculars – another borrow from our dad- and surveyed the lone green yard.
The glorious day had brought out a lot of birds out of their homes as well. There was a large pack of them twittering around the place they get their food from Dad. They had a specially built bird food table; a flat dish perched upon a long pole was stuck by the Hyacinth flower bushes that were grown under Mum's care. I watched two tiny birds peck at a drying up Hyacinth bulb in search of seeds and I felt a bit amused. Mum loves the birds a lot but when they decide to take away the seeds from her plants, she gets annoyed and tells off Dad to "mind your birds". He did listen to her and communicate the message to the birds in a way they understood, one being spraying peppermint oil over the plants but that worked as long as there was no rain. The birds kept flocking around the bird table, chattering away in pleasant tones. It was their feeding time.
Time passed but it didn't make the two of us budge from our spots. We were in no mind to shy away from how actual agents and detectives behave. From our previous missions, we learnt major lessons on patience and focus so we had our minds set to not give up the mission until we've encountered at least one intruder.
