Remington's cries had quieted down to soft sniffling and shallow breathing that constricted his chest. He needed to get up and go to his bunk, save himself the humility of someone walking in and seeing the broken mess on the floor. He stood up on two shaking legs and walked back to his bed, using his sleeve to wipe off the drying tears on his face. He hated the way his eyes still burned, he didn't want to cry anymore. The boy later down on the matters and moved his hand around in search of the faded yellow baby blanket that he'd had since he was a child. The feeling alone of the soft cotton flannel was enough to soothe his breathing, and eventually Remington fell asleep with the blanket pulled to his chest.
*Daniel*
I needed to get away. I couldn't sit here another minute knowing it meant absolutely nothing to the boy next to me. So I left. I stood up and walked out of the door because i needed to leave, I needed an escape. I needed the air that wasn't getting to my lungs while my world stopped spinning. The further I walked away from the bus the easier it seemed to breathe, like the weight on my chest was finally lifting. I didn't know where I was, but I knew that anywhere but the bandwagon was better. I would rather see a million other people right now than the boy I left behind.
I walked a few blocks before I spotted a mostly empty park that looked like the perfect place to either try to forget what happened or sort out my thoughts. Neither seemed appealing, because if I'm being entirely honest I don't want to forget what happened. I don't want to forget Remington's soft lips, the way his chocolate eyes danced while he stared in to my own, the way I was close enough to hear his heartbeat. I didn't want to forget, but I wish the expansion of the memory could be more pleasant. I wish there was love.
I smoked a few cigarettes* before heading back to the bus. It had been about an hour and I finally felt like my heart was beating again. Everyone was still gone when I arrived back at the bus, even Remington had supposedly left. I don't know what I'm supposed to do when he gets back, I most likely can't look him in the eyes anymore. With all of these thoughts, one stuck out amongst them.
I'm in love with Remington Leith.
*the writer does not support smoking and the use of tobacco in this story is for aesthetic purposes only.
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Redeemer
Fanfiction"I want to see what your dreams look like. I want to know what you're thinking about, all of the things you want to say, your dreams and aspirations, all of the good, all of the bad. I want to know you, but you never let me" D.C. + R.L.
