It was the first time I had been outside
in a long time.
It took a while to take it all in.
There was almost two inches of snow on the ground
and everything just seemed so
pure
and quiet.
I saw Bert in the distance,
so I ran towards him.
I held his hand as we walked,
still pondering where we were
going.
We walked past people,
and so I held closer to him.
I don't know why,
but seeing people right now
just didn't feel right.
Maybe it was because I hadn't seen them in so long.
We entered an alleyway
where Bert had stopped at an old rusted barrel.
He threw the bag into it,
took out a pack of matches from his coat,
lit one,
and threw that into the barrel too.
An enormous fire was born
minutes later.
It consumed everything
it touched.
The plastic in that bag must have been
really flammable.
We both watched
as the fire ruined the rest of
the sugar
and drugs.
It may even be the last time I see them.
"Bert,"
I asked,
"Won't you just get more from Vic and Kellin
if you really crave them?"
Bert stared at the fire.
"I won't,"
He replied,
"That part of me is dead."
YOU ARE READING
Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
