Chapter 37: Loss, Regret, Realisation.

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~Freddie~

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~Freddie~

~small flashback~

Laying out on my bed in only my boxers while smoking a fag, my thoughts take me back to that night where I had to go and rescue Leto from people from my past.

I know there is no point in dwelling on it now but I can't help it, he was kidnapped and turtured and that was all because of me.

It will most likely happen again and I know now that I could never fully protect him from my past.

So I have to let him go.

I put my fag up to my lips and take a long drag from it, watching it flow out as I blow it out of my mouth.

No matter my feelings, I have to him and his safety before my own.

As I'm thinking this, I feel him pushing at my mind, wanting to talk to me which he has been wanting to do all day.

What?

Freddie, what's wrong?

Nothing.

There is, why won't you talk to me?

I didn't say I wasn't talking to you.

Stop being so fucking cold towards me and talk to me like you did before.

I have no time for this.

You know what? I don't either, I've had enough bullshit with you blowing hot and cold on me. I hate you. I don't ever want to hear your voice in my head ever again. Do not turn up outside of my car, do not see me at college, do not purposely annoy my friends, got it? Goodbye Freddie.

You know what I'd love to do to you? You've said it enough times now, so you ought to know.

Fuck you!

Yes! That's the one! Good job Leto.

Leave me alone, I don't want to see you, I don't want you turning up by my car at college, I don't want you lingering around where you know I hang out and I don't want to ever hear your voice in my head again. I said Goodbye Turner.

As you wish.

Something inside of me shatters as I get up off of my bed as a otherworldly noise comes out of my mouth, I walk up to the wall and begin to bash my fists into it, over and over again.

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