Love the Lost BxB

Brant

"Where could it be? I thought I put it on the chair!" Clare complained as she rushed around the carpeted living room. "Brant honey, have you seen my briefcase? I need to find it quickly. I can't be late today. Traffic's already going to be a nightmare with the construction only a few blocks away! They've rerouted everybody down Thirteenth street, and that's where they decided it was a good idea to move our new office!" She explained as frustration leaked into her voice. Brant's eyes flicked over towards her, and he watched as she lifted a pillow off a small chair, then tossed it over her head before digging her hands down the sides. Brant watched the pillow land near the TV with a soft clunk. He didn't care what happened. Nothing mattered to him. Jeff was gone, and there was a chance Brant would never see him again. "Brant honey?" Clare called out. Her voice barely even registered as he thought about Jeff. "We've been here for almost a year, and I still can't seem to find a place to put my briefcase that it doesn't disappear from. It's like goblins move it around while we sleep!" She said, frantically looking around the small chair. Brant didn't respond. Instead, his stomach began to churn. "Do you have any guess where it could be?"

"No idea," Brant mumbled, not bothering to offer any help. Brant's focus went towards the pillow again, and when he saw it, the small fluffy rectangle sparked a myriad of memories about Jeff, and his heart burned all the more painfully. It felt like only yesterday Brant had used that very pillow to prop Jeff's arm in their old house when he came over for the first time. Both of them had been bullied so much after Jeff's dad had been arrested, and during the time they'd been suspended, the boy he loved was forced to stay with them. That woman who Hanna's mom hired to sabotage their prom gave her a dirty form of revenge, leaving Jeff in the hospital. Finally, when somebody from Jeff's family found him, the boy he'd always loved was stolen away.

"Brant, would you be a dear, and help me find it?"

"What's the point in doing anything? I wouldn't be any use to you. I can't seem to find anything, or anybody. I'd probably only get in your way." Clare's tongue clicked in frustration as she continued her search. Clare went around their new living room and disappeared behind him, then reappeared near the doorway, then back out of sight. Brant heard her walking towards the kitchen, then wildly moving things around as her frantic search continued. A small sigh escaped Brant's lips as he lay on the long brown couch that sat near the middle of the room.

"Honey, I need that case before I can go to work. Inside it contains my notes for all the injustices that I'm struggling to fight against. The state pays me a nice sum of money to take care of these clients, and I use that money to make sure we can live in this house. You like living inside, right?"

"What does it matter if I'm alive or dead. He's gone!" Brant heard Clare sigh, and continue her search in the kitchen. "Can't you help me look for it at least? I could really use the help. Today is an important day." She called to him as she made her way back into his vision and started searching the living room again. Another sigh escaped Brant's lips as he adjusted the blanket on top of him. He didn't want to move, but remembered there was something solid near his feet. Retracting his legs towards himself, and the blanket by extension, he curled into the fetal position and resumed staring at the pillow. Clare gasped as she walked over to the couch and pulled the briefcase from the corner.

"So that's where it was! Brant you little booger, you've been hiding it this entire time? This reminds me of when you were little, and you used to hide my shoes so I wouldn't go to work! Do you remember that sweety?"

"Hey look, you found it," Brant deadpanned, not bothering to comment. "Maybe you could find Jeff next?" Even though it had been three years, his heart still ached over the loss of his true love. There was nobody in the world that could replace him, and without him, life was only a blur of grey events that followed one another.