Shattered ✓ (BxB)

Eighteen: Gabriel

I lay relaxing on the silky soft, red covers of the bed. The bed is so soft that it feels like I could just sink right in.

Obsidian had just left the room a matter of minutes ago.

My head slightly throbs with a migraine; which is a good sign. That means I'm actually healing.

I close my eyes. That takes me back to better times.

There's sounds of Hanukkah music being played on a record player--it's been in the family for oh so many generations.

Soon, another candle on the menorah will be lit. It was the fifth night of Hanukkah--my birthday.

I sat quietly in the corner of the living room. I was actually writing. It had something to do with a love story. About some guys named Ian and Oscar. Now, that's progressive for a four year old.

Off in the distance, my half-brother, Hayden played.

Nine years ago, my father had been with a woman--Yuki, I think her name was. Yuki was a strong believer in Shinto. They had Hayden as a son but then Yuki had disappeared. Strange.

My father, a twenty-four year old, then took his son and met this eighteen-year-old girl, my mother. They had fallen in love on almost first sight.

And then, a twenty-four-year-old and a nineteen-year-old had a child--me. They got married a year later.

My mother, now twenty-two at the time smiled at me. "Sweetie, what do you got there?"

"...viting!" I clapped, happily.

"A writing?" My mother asked. She looked at it.

I'm surprised she could, after all my hand writing wasn't the best.

"...Oscar and Ian then lived happily ever after," she read. She smiled. My mother ran a hand through my dark brown hair. "How about we make a cover for your book?"

I clapped.

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All I can remember was, my cover was beautiful.

Later on, we begin to celebrate my fourth birthday.

They sang to me.

Then, as every year, there is no presents.

I looked disappointed.

My father ran his hand through my hair and ruffled it. "Sorry champ. There's no presents this year. But hey, I'm pretty sure I'll get a promotion soon. Then, that means next year you'll get presents."

"Veally?" I asked. My purple eyes grew wide.

"Yes really." My father told me. "Now how about a family photo?"

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Later that night, we were relaxing and telling stories to each other.

I had been really excited to present my book. My heart just did somersaults thinking about doing it. I grinned.

Then, there comes the knock on the door.

I open my eyes from the memory. I blink a couple of times. Then the emotions seem through.

I curl into a ball and just cry.

I cry because of my mother's death at age twenty-three.

I cry because of my father's death at age twenty-eight.

And, I cry because I miss Hayden. He may only be my half brother, but he's my only family left.

Someone knocks on the door.

It immediately reminds me of the soldiers knocking on my family's door.

"Can we come in?" Obsidian asks.

I quickly sit up and wipe away the tears. "Yeah."

The door opens and the light floods in.

Obsidian walks in and takes a seat on my bed.

His twin sister, Sam, walks in. She pulls out a small bag.

I raise an dark brown eyebrow. "What's that for?" I ask.

Sam smiles at me. "A little birdy told me you wanted a makeover."

I think, Those are Obsidian's words. Not mine. I just wanted eyeliner. Not a whole full on makeover. "Yes," I say instead. Damn you, my mind curses.

Sam pulls out something. Then she turns to her twin brother. "Can you leave us be?" She asks.

Obsidian nods. "Yeah. Sure." He gets up and leaves the room. Obsidian closes the door behind himself.

"The first thing I'm doing is putting on you is concealer." Sam begins. "Because those bags under your eyes don't look hot."

After she's done with that, she puts on black eye shadows. And then, the eyeliner.

Sam puts her stuff back in her carry-on bag. She goes to leave.

"I don't know what to do," I blurt out.

She turns to me. "About what?"

"I think have a crush on Obsidian," I confess.

Sam blinks a couple of times in disbelief. "Well uh-"

"And I don't know what to do about it. I want to act on it, but I doubt he feels the same way," I tell her.

Sam smirks. "Well it's your lucky day. A little birdy told me that Obsidian likes you back."