Breaking Them Up (BoyxBoy) (On Hold Forever)

Finding Each Other :::1:::

*Damien’s POV*

　

Darcy and I sat, side by side, on her hill overlooking all the other gravestones. I was definitely biased, but Darcy’s was by far nicer then those around us. I reach a gloved hand out and sweep the snow gathered on top of her to the side, knowing that by the time I return a fresh blanket of white will be wrapped around her again. I can relate to being covered in ice.

“How long has it been?” these one sided converations always seemed to arise when I spent time with my sister. She of course, had nothing to say. But I knew the awnser, so why I asked the question is beyond me “A little over a year and a half, right?”

Right. I smooth down a pile of muddy snow and breath heavily through my mouth, the air brisk around me. A year and a half me and Darcy have been dead together. I lived a little longer then her, but then my life left me in the form of a boy, and all I had left was this grave.

“I miss him. I keep thinking I’ll wake up one day and I won’t hurt anymore, but it just isn’t happening. Pathetic right? I’ve been mooning over a boy who cared about me as much as I care for a spec of dust for a year and a half of my life. I need to get over it….”

I imagine Darcy is with me. Not the dying Darcy who is freshest in my memory, but the one who smelled of perfume instead of medicine and didn’t have to worry about her wig being noticeable. She believed in true love, and she’s argue. She’d insist I find a way to get in touch with Kyle.

“How?” I seeth. “You know I’ve tried”

She’d think about it, then look away, stumped. Then she’d suggest I find someone new.

“I tried that. It wasn’t very pleasant….” Memories. Painful as they were, they were what made me, me.

She probably crinkle her nose and claim that it didn’t count. He’d been a rebound. And because I had no valid come back, no witty retort, I let her go back to being a gravestone. Silence. It’d been silent apart from my own voice this entire time, but now the silence just felt lonely.

Tilting my head to the yellowed sky, I let my mind drift for a breif time, without direction or meaning. I’m only pulled from my thoughts by a sound all humans knew and shuddered from. The loud siren of an ambulance. It roared past the graveyard and my eyes followed the speeding truck. As the sound faded deeper into the city I closed my eyes and erased it from my head.

Only when it started to snow did I bother to head for shelter.

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Working at a grocery store was dull to say the least. I had to see everyone who had graduated from high school with me, or their parents, or their grandparents, come through my check out. I had to smile, pretend I liked and remembered them, reminisce well secretly hoping they’d leave me alone. See, most of those kids had gone on to college or university. So basically, they thought they were better then I was.

I know education is important, but more important is knowing what you want to do with that education. That’s exactly what convinced me to take a year off school-I had no plan, and therefore, no future. Until I thought something up, I was probably sitting pretty exactly where I was.

What could I do anyways? I needed to start putting some serious thought into it, it was just… I’m not the smartest school wise, not to mention I’m completely lazy. I’d have to find something I was good at but enjoyed, something that didn’t take a lot of effort.

I should go see Darcy soon. It’s been almost three weeks.

The hours drip by, the dull grayness of the store around me life sucking. It’s only when I’ve closed my lane to all but the people who have already lined up that something of vague interest happens, and even then it’s only something that causes pity to stir.