[BROLIN/MERTHUR] "tell me we weren't just friends." he begged, his bright-blue eyes growing glossy as tears filled them. there was a short and silent pause between the two, almost as if the blonde had been hesitating to voice his thoughts. then, he...
[AN; i'd just like to put this here because honestly i find it the cutest thing ever. just seeing them not being in pain and enjoying themselves and being happy makes me happy hngg. UwU]
I froze, my facial expression dropping almost immediately. The pit in my stomach grew larger and larger with each eery second that inched by and almost swallowed me whole with the thoughts of my parents having been gone for so many short years.
My heart ached when I remembered how alone I'd been since they both left this world. I'd always taken care of myself since my senior year in high-school. No grandparents, aunts or uncles, cousins or just about anyone to take me in as their own. Not even friends. The pain I felt for so long haunted me. It still does.
I'd always been so alone before my career began, and I finally was slowly crawling my way back to recovery. Running away from the memories that we all shared; memories that'd stick and stay with me and walk in my shadows. I'd try to push everything to the back of my mind, to somehow not think about it. To not think of my father with a gun to his head. My mother attached to all sorts of wires in a dark hospital room—the electrocardiogram machine showing of a thin line indicating that there was no heartbeat to exist any longer.
I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to talk about it. I won't ever want to. But I didn't want to be rude; Bradley asked a innocent question. I didn't want to get off on a bad start with him before our journey together even began.
When Bradley noticed my quietness, he raised his eyebrow in slight concern. "Colin?" He called to me, and I blinked in response, looking up to him, my lips formed in a thin line. My eyes were impassive, and my cheeks became slightly pale. I slid my hands onto my lap beneath the table, straightened my back, and threw on a smile that meant nothing.
"My parent's were different, you see." I began, my eyes focused on the wooden round table before me. "My father was like a wildfire. Always went out of control, strong-hearted, and passionate. My mother? She was a gentle breeze through the trees. The only thing to calm the madness in my father's heart. They were close, like your mom and dad. But.." I trailed off, looking out towards the window to watch the lightning flicker through the sky.
"They weren't as happy."
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AN;omg, 76 views already in less than two hours? thats crazy!! thank you! ((: -lily -1/07/18
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