Like Glass, Like Steel | vikkstar123 / craftbattleduty

| 15. Emotions, Emotionless |

| 15. Emotions, Emotionless |

I let go.

I shut my eyes, only hearing the quiet scuffling of shoes as if they were constantly shifting their weight from one leg to another. Besides that, all I could focus on was the thumping of my heart, how it kept ringing in my eyes.

Stupid, goddamn heart.

I didn't know why it was beating so hard against my chest. Was it the thought of having Mitch back in town? Was it the stupid goddamn emotions I've been having lately? Or maybe it was just because everything around felt like a shitty rollercoaster ride.

I hit the peak and now I'm falling down with nothing to keep me safe; it's only a matter of time until I hit the ground.

A hand latched onto my left shoulder before I felt myself being moved and my back hit someone else's chest. The familiar scent of Lachlan invaded my mind, making the hazy path somewhat clearer and I opened my eyes slowly.

The loud beating wasn't there anymore.

"You okay, babe?" He mumbled into my hair, his own heartbeat almost matching with mine. And for once, in these last few days, I didn't feel pissed or angry or irritated. Just...tired.

"Yeah." I choked out.

I knew that Lachlan wouldn't believe me; hell, even Vikk wouldn't. And it made me feel like shit, having emotions.

I've spent years building walls around my entire being, refining everything until I became a shell of a person, only truly alive around a few. Then it dwindled to only Lachlan, but in came Vikk and Vi years later.

Years of shoving myself away, of putting myself down until I became numb and rebuilt myself how I wanted to be. Years of finetuning all the mistakes I made, ones that led to the downfall of my empire; my own entire being.

It only led me back to the unwanted start.

Another hand rested on my other shoulder, squeezing it softly to comfort me. I swallowed the lump in my dry throat.

And honestly, I don't know how long we stood there, just the three of us.

All the stupid things that happened seemed to go away for a single moment of solace between us. The walls came crumbling down, the gates slowly opening until I felt myself start again.

We were not emotionless, troubled kids, only doing what we do just to get in trouble.

We were the closed-off ones, the one who didn't get close or stay close for long. We did what we did to keep ourselves as a cold empire, that we wouldn't be battered down until what we worked so hars for became dust once more.

We weren't emotionless; we never were.

And that was the one thing that none of us would ever admit.

x

hello, i've finally gotten past my obstacle and it'll be hard to familiarize myself in this community again, but yeah.

thank you to those who stayed and especially to my second author. i don't mind that you left this; i know you have your own popular account, but thank you for doing what you have and your ideas for the ending were lovely.

anyway, prepare for a bunch of writing. i'm feeling better than i ever have in some time. :)

and thank you to the person who has been watching this for me. i love you so very much and you're amazing. <3

officially back,
quill