“So, truthfully, you think we can do it?” Jeremy pondered.
The day had the same weather as yesterday, but with possibly a larger number of clouds. Wind moaned and lazily walked between the roots of our hair, occasionally having spasms and twitching without warning.
I shrugged. “With Jackson being forever confident, I can’t say no.”
Acorns randomly fell from trees, some managing to attack the wind and startle me. It wasn’t until Jeremy gazed at the trees and smiled that I knew that the trees were having their acorns forcibly removed. I turned around just in time to see Viaton chuck an acorn straight onto my nose. After my shock passed, Jeremy motioned that he was going to leave.
“You okay?” I called up into the trees.
Her response was another rogue nut to my skull, but the wind made it slide along a different route, causing it to fall to the ground.
“I don’t really think that doing that is going to help much…”
Seeing that she wasn’t going to properly respond, I decided to go up to her. The tree she was a nice height; not very tall for me, but for someone her age, it was surprising that she made it up that high. While I climbed the tree, she didn’t move, so I guess she admitted that we’d have to talk sooner or later.
“Viaton… what’s wrong?”
Depressed eyes slid over to pierce into me. A pout played on her lips and she stared down the last nut that lay in her palm.
“Why would you let him go?” she whispered.
“You mean Carter?” I asked. “Are you still upset about that? We had a whole celebration for him last night, why didn’t you-”
“I don’t think you understand, Alex. I know I’m young, but I really, really liked Carter. He wouldn’t treat me like a little kid, and I know that he didn’t specifically like me, but that’s what drew me in. Why couldn’t you have saved him?”
Throughout her whole speech, Viaton’s voice stayed even. There were no tears, no flailing, and no exclamations or tantrums like normal little kids. The eye contact between us never faltered, either.
“Can I tell you something?” she breathed unsteadily.
I nodded, and she began.
During the celebration last night, people were free to see Carter if they wanted to in this church, like a viewing. After everyone left, the building closed, and the party continued on with fireworks outside. Instead, Viaton chose to sneak inside the church so she could be alone with Carter. As she walked down the center aisle, she noticed that he looked nowhere how the gossip went; he was just pale, covered head to toe white clothes, and his head was turned sideways so he could see who was coming down the center. She remembered talking to him about nothing in particular, but when she looked back, she was horrified. Even though where she sat was behind him, Carter gawked backwards at her, left arm stretched to grab her. His other arm gripped onto a knife that was jabbed through his chest. Viaton stumbled out of the church again without looking back.
“Do you hallucinate often or… was this the first time?” I pondered after a pause.
“It wasn’t a hallucination!” Viaton squealed. “I just knew that – he was… he knew I was there. I don’t know how, but he knew.”
“So you think he came back to life?” I questioned slowly.
Disappointment overflowed through Viaton’s image, soaking appearance in distrust for me. The air that drifted out of her lungs in a long sigh measured the hope leaving her body. Her small head shook in disbelief, and quivered like a baby animal left in the cold. Her last hope let her down. For a moment, I saw me in her eyes. A person left alone in the world with only one person left. Love was something was actually impossible for her.
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Beautiful Mess
Mystery / Thriller"Why are his eyes so blue?" "Because he's an angel." "Hm, that's an interesting way of putting it..." "No, I'm 99% sure he's an angel." Alex was just a fourteen year old boy who constantly got bullied. He was in love with his best friend, but sh...
