Broken Strings-Dalton Rapattoni Fanfic

3. The Secret

Why did he come here that too so late?

I shivered, from the cold, fear or anticipation, I couldn't tell.

In that moment, I realised I was suffering from a spilt personality.

Rational part of me wanted to stay hidden behind the statue and keep a close watch, while the irrational part wanted to scream my lungs out, kryptonite, spiders, dark magic, spirits, vampire.

My mind went into frenzy.

I pulled myself back to reality.

I carefully hid myself behind the angel statue as I watched him walk over to a grave.

He placed a bouquet of rose there and collapsed on the ground, crying.

"Why? Why!.... Why?"

He screamed.

"I know I wasn't a good son but...you could have punished me... Why did you leave me?"

"First mom, then you.... Everybody leaves me"

"It's just so painful... But no more. I want to die. Die!... Am I not worth any love? Am I that bad?"

He was howling in pain.

"No! Dalton! No!"

I ran up to to him before I could stop myself.

"It's okay..."

I said pulling him to hug me.

"Why does everybody leave me?"

He sobbed.

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't leave you"

I didn't know why I was apologising when he should have been the one to say sorry.

The inherent goodness in me took over.

I couldn't bring myself to not say those words.

Dalton was in such a fragile state, almost breakable.

"Promise?"

He asked, his grey eyes full of grief and sadness, those beautiful eyes which I liked, brimming  with storms in a tormented sea.

"I promise"

I promised something which wasn't in my human hands.

I had no control over my life or destiny.

"They say sharing your grief lessens it, the same way sharing happiness multiplies it.... If you want to share it with me"

I said, giving him an encouraging smile.

"I was small, very small, about nine when mom and dad separated. My mom took me away from him to Texas. He was bad influence she said, drug addict she says... One day I was at my guitar classes. Strumming the guitar harder than I should have and then the string broke. I had a concert the next day so I called my mom to bring a spare string. I remember waiting for an hour when my mom's friend came to take me away.... My mom met with an accident. But she didn't survive. I was all alone in the world..."

He sobbed violently, his sobs raking my body and vibrating through my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

I held to him tightly till he calmed down.

He continued.

"My mom's friend Mrs. Clifford took me with her. She was my second mom. Until fate snatched her away from me. Cancer. It was eating her inside every day, but oh how strong she was in front of me. So that I couldn't sense it coming until Ms. Hillary called me up to inform me about her burial..."

By this time, I was sobbing too.

We were both just mass of limbs, entangled into each other holding for support, for dear life.

I don't know for how long we were sitting on the cold hard ground like that.

It was so comfortable and consoling despite being an uncomfortable posture.

Not talking, not speaking but just sound of our sobs vibrating, which originated in him and echoed through me.

It was finally when first crack of light lightened the sky, that we broke apart.

His eyes now a stable calm grey.

He helped me up as we both walked back to the Centre in silence.

"Please don't tell anybody"

He requested, acknowledging my presence for the first time.

"It's our secret"

With that I left him and went to my room and crashed on my bed, without concerning myself with removal of my coat or slippers.

I drifted off into deep sleep.