Thomas flopped down backwards onto his bed, holding the sheet at arms length until the words began to swim on the page. He sighed and placed the sheet on his lap, staring up at the paint cracks on the ceiling above his bed.
Just as Thomas heaved himself off the single bed and placed the useless homework sheet onto his corner desk, the door flew wide open, crashing into the wall behind it, causing plaster dust to float down from the ceiling. A tornado of brown curls and paper tore though the room, launching itself at Thomas and latched onto his waist.
"Hey bud." Thomas calmly said to the boy, ruffling his messy hair. The younger boy however simply pushed his face into his older brother's stomach and slowly began to sink to the ground.
"Hey, Chuckie, are you alright?" Thomas questioned, his voice lined with concern. He tipped back Chuck's face, admiring the boy's innocent crystally hazel eyes just in time to see a fat drop roll down his lovely brother's pink face.
"Oh Chuck " Thomas whispered, enveloping the young boy in a tight squeeze, burying his face in the boy's mass of fluffy hair, his shirt growing damper every second. They stayed like that, Chuck curled in his protective brother's safe arms, shaking quietly with sobs from both of them.
Thomas' guilt ravaged his brain. He knew that Chuck had a hard time at school, yet he had forced him to go that morning. He wanted to be with Chuck all his life. He wanted to protect Chuck from anything. Save his brother's heart from breaking. "Chuck I promise I'll keep you safe from anything." Thomas murmured, kissing the boy on the top of his head as they both fell asleep.
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Author's notes
Hello people, another chapter, quite short actually.
This chapter kinda makes me think of Train Wreck by James Arthur:
"Laying in the silence
Waiting for the sirens
Signs, any signs I'm alive still
I don't wanna lose it
But I'm not getting through this
Hey, should I pray? Should I pray? Yeah
To myself? To a God?
To a savior who canUnbreak the broken
Unsay these spoken words
Find hope in the hopeless
Pull me out of the train wreck
Unburn the ashes
Unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet
Pull me out of the train wreck
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah
Pull me out, pull me out"
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One half of a heart
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