Super Rich Kids (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 25: One More Thing to Worry About

Can I just stop to tell you all how much I appreciate your existence. You guys like never pressure me to update, but you are always here to read and are so supportive and I'll never abandon you. God, if I could hug each individual person who has stuck around through my slow updates I would. You mean so much to me.

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Time skips like a rock on water.

Inspires growth like a flower in spring.

Stimulates repair of mind like the healing skin of a bruise.

Prompts change like the constant flicker of streetlights.

Ignites a feeling of adaption like a body facing four seasons.

And time keeps skipping.

Something must have snapped into place over the months. A once roaring tempest calmed and settled into soothing silence and a stillness that captured the moments of joy. From my perspective, looking on at the adventurous life of Alexander Richmond, things were seemingly moving in the right direction.

As his brother, I saw this as my challenge to take on. Getting him to smile more, laugh more, and go out more. Urging him to talk to people, and encouraging him to start breaking down a few bad habits. 

I could only imagine he had one single factor driving him to get better.

He never had a reason before, but one showed up in the form of a petite boy with too much charisma and time on his paint stained hands. Said boy was sacrificed in return for a little time to heal and now it is time to start working up to the honesty stage of this whole process.

Though, my brother has always been good at procrastination. Even when visiting Los Angeles for his birthday he made certain that he wouldn't run into anyone... specifically one person, but he claimed to not want to see old friends.

At this point, confrontation with the two didn't even seem possible. I saw Abel with the same curly haired boy more often than not. Sometimes I would catch glimpses of the two holding hands, other times they were arguing like siblings or laughing together like best friends would. It was a strange relationship that seemed forced and fragile. But Abel and I never outwardly talked about it.

Not that he owed anyone an explanation. He isn't in the wrong, not really. To be honest, I'm not sure anyone could be outwardly blamed for this unforeseen turn of events. It is just a tragic happening waiting patiently on being rebuilt.

It is something that was swept under the rug, and completely dismissed. I have to remind myself over and over again that it isn't my relationship to mend. So everything faded out and we were all stuck in limbo, waiting, and watching the clock tick slowly.

And then, like the most unexpected rain in California I was hit with the cold and ruthless truth of what was really going on behind me. Things finally made sense and it is heartbreaking that in order for me to completely understand, things had to get worse.

It was one of those moments, when you wake up and go about your day but in the back of your mind you tune in to the whispers, the looks, but you don't fully comprehend what's being said. All you know for sure is that you feel completely left out because everyone is talking and you have no idea what they are talking about.

I feigned ignorance for a while, thought better of myself and chose to ignore whatever new drama emerged from the depths of their worn throats.

Upon entering work I was immediately confronted with more voices, all mingling together and all centered around the same thing. "Did you hear? I can't believe it either... I heard it was suicide.  Who would have thought someone so happy would be struggling so much?"