Journey of the Heart ~ Clownzy

My Heart Beats For You Every Day (20)

When I was writing, 'It's just a burning memory' started playing and it just felt so fitting... So, I'd recommend listening to it whilst reading this chapter. :D

~ Branzy ~

It was too late by the time he saw it. Two daggers flashing through the air followed by the sound of armor breaking and the thudding of a body hitting the floor.

Clown.

Branzy found himself sprinting towards his fallen friend's, or maybe in another lifetime lover's, body. At that moment it felt like it was just the two of them in this world, Kevin didn't matter, Lefu didn't matter, only Clown mattered. Kevin could stab him in the back right here and now and he wouldn't even mind for he only cared about Clown.

He was going to be okay... Clown just had to be okay! Right?

Branzy couldn't decide whether the pounding of his heart or the pounding headache he had was greater. He could no longer think straight, his thoughts

slowly ebbed away

into the void

below him.

Shaking hands gently shook the heaving figure of a dying man. This could not be happening right now. He searched the pockets of his clothes for golden apples, healing potions, anything! But he knew it was hopeless, their previous battle had drained him of all healing items.

Branzy found himelf choking back a sob. Blood, there was blood everywhere everwhere, it slowly seeped onto the endstone below, staining the pale floor a sickening red. The metal blade protuding from Clown's chest replulsed Branzy. He wanted to throw up, a rising feeling of nausea churning within his chest. The static was back, the ringing in his ears, the fireworks, the ever present fireworks exploding in his ears, the colours flashing before his eyes except this time all he saw was a blinding red.

Blood.

"N-no you can't die! Don't do this to me! Please, I'm begging you!" Branzy held the other man close to his chest, his actions speaking louder them his words ever could.

Apathy was defenitely the word to describe how he was feeling. Branzy's body had shut down and his mind had gone numb. Branzy found himself not caring about what he did at this point, after all, the person he loved most in this miserable world was dying. Yes, Clown would just respawn but he knew how painful it was to die. He didn't want Clown to have to go though that.

Why was he even reacting this way? Tears flooded his vision until they were all he could see. For some reason there was this sinking pit in his stomach telling him that this was the last time they'd ever see each other.

No, he shouldn't be thinking like that... half full Branzy, think positively, that glass is half full! This wouldn't be the last time they would see each other so why would he think that?

Half empty. He only had to take one look at Clown for that sickening feeling to fester inside of him again.

Gingerly taking off the Jester's mask, Branzy found himself slowly wiping off some of the tears brimming at Clown's eyes.

"Please."

Branzy held Clown's fragile body closer to him and yet not close enough as he felt the pooling pain of grief flood his heart. He didn't care if Clown's blood stained his armour, drenched his clothes, covered his hands, all that mattered was that he was close to Clown.

His Clown.

Clown started to mumble something almost inaudible, a cry of pain bitterly drowning out his words. 'I love you', that's what it sounded like he was trying to say.