Terra's eyes are blue. Like..they are really blue. And they're pretty..But they're far too bright. Or maybe the brightness is coming from the camera flashes, but fuck, who knows? Brendon's world starts spinning, but that's not the worst thing that happens. At that moment, Brendon starts remembering...Everything.
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-It's June, year 2015 (Brendon is remembering his 21 year old self again)-
Brendon remembers walking into his apartment, green eyes glowing and joyfull.
"Terra, I got pizza. Cheese, pepperoni, mushrooms and peppers. Juust the way you like it!" There was an awkward pause of silence. He was sure she was here. Her car was here. He walked through every room in the apartment. Last room he checked was their bedroom. If he was smart he would have known if the woman he thought he loved was in THEIR room doing a 22 year old "family friend."
He still remembers, yeah. He remembers his own eyes filling with tears and Terra's eyes filling with something like guilt. Mostly he remembers being confused, and helpless, and unwanted, his three least favorite emotions ever. Those scenes were branded into his skull, like unwanted tattoos. Brendon stands, paralyzed for a few minutes and it's agonizing. the blow of betrayal stings.
The 21 year old Brendon shakes in fury as he makes his way over to the bookshelf where there was an extreme lack of books. He Throws his arm angrily across the surfaceon the shelf, knocking down all of the framed photos they have taken over the years.
He remembers destroying all his memories, frame by frame, watching the glass shatter as it hits the floor, and he feels even worse. He watches as his past self kicks the shards of glass and metal. He rips a few of the photographs in half. More than once. He screams until he loses his voice. He cries until he is all cryed out. He punches the furniture until it's all as broken and mangled as his heart, though he doubts that's possible.
And soon there's nothing left for him to do. So he does nothing.
