Forgive me, please?

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(Earlier that day)

After I watch Adelaide waltz inside, I shake my head and start to drive home. What the hell am I thinking?! Driving the girl who drove my brother to suicide? I'm going crazy.

I let in a deep breath, my lungs aching. I let the breath go, and the warm air engulfs my face. I turn the volume of the radio out, letting the music drown my thoughts.
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I must've fallen asleep in the park's parking lot, because I hear a knock on my door.

I had driven to the park to recollect my thoughts before I went home, because this place is where Seven and I would rule the world. We played here all the time, and the memories hang in my head like an open wound, ever bleeding and never clotting.

I groggily open my eyes and peer at the face that stares in the window, practically making me jump out of my skin. "The hell!?" I shout.

A guy a little older than me stands before me. Brown hair that lands on his collarbone frames his pale complexion. Deep blue eyes are filled with hate, and freckles splatter themselves under his eyes and across his wind-nipped cheeks. His bandaged knuckles rap against my window, harsher this time.

A boy that I recognize.

Noa James.

Seven's best friend.

Or, ex best friend.

I gaze at him, perplexed, my brows furrowing. Noa glares back at me, an incomprehensible hate painting his expression and dancing within his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask, as I step out of the drivers' side of my car. Noa steps back and crosses his arms across his blue and gray flannel button down. He towers slightly over me, but he always has. "What do you mean? I should be asking you that question, Galileo." He jabs a finger at my chest.

I scowl at him, and lower his finger away from me. "It's Gale. And what do you mean what do I mean? I'm sitting in my car at this park because I wanted to, that's why." I spit out, and Noa's nostrils flare.

"You have no right." He says sharply, his bandaged hands curling into fists.

"It's. . . A park?" I say, dumbfounded. I quirk up an eyebrow, but I know exactly why he's angry I'm here. Because this is where I told him that Seven had killed himself.

--years prior--

I scoff my shoe against the ground, a lump forming in my throat. Tears spill freely down my cheeks, and I can help but let a soft sob escape my lips. My brother. My beloved brother. Seven had killed him self. And I did nothing to prevent it!

I grit my teeth together in an attempt to stifle the sobs that threaten to slip out. I press my palms against my raining eyes, and hang aimlessly in the park swing.

I had come here to relieve my thoughts, but evidently, I can't escape them.

"Gale?" A soft voice cooes me out of my thoughts. I look up, craning my neck slightly to see Noa's worried eyes meeting mine. He kneels next to my swing. He was always like my second older brother. I idolized him the same way I idolize my brother. At the thought of Seven, another anguished sob pours from my lips.

Noa's lips part slightly in worry. "Gale? What's wrong, buddy?" He puts a hand on my knee, but I can barely make out his face through my tear filled eyes.

"Noa." I say finally, stifling the sobs that rack my body. "Seven, he-he-"

Noa's face falls, as if he has an idea of what I'm about to say.

"He killed himself!" I bury my head in my hands, tears dalloping my pants.

Noa's hand slips off my knee. I hear a soft thud against the ground in front of me.

I peer through my hands to see Noa, his body slumped against the ground, his face contorted with sadness, and. . . Rage. His jaw clenches, a vein in his neck throbbing. His brows furrow so deeply I fear they might reach his eyes. He looks back up to me, an expression of utmost fury lining his face. "You could've prevented it," he breathes, and I barely catch it.

My heart drops in my chest.

"You could've prevented it!" He bellows, standing up and walking towards me. Pushing out his hands, he presses them against my chest and I fall against the concrete below me. Pain fills my senses, but not enough to overwrite the overwhelming sense of sadness and anger that grips onto my body.

"Don't talk to me," Noa growls, his body heaving in breaths, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Ever."

--current time--

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Galileo." Noa spits back.

"Right, well. Technically you came up to me." I retort, tapping my foot impatiently against the ground.

Noa glares at me, raising his fists slightly. "I thought I told you to never talk to me again." He says through gritted teeth.

I raise my own hands. Anger filling my senses. "You started talking to me, Noa."

His eyes widen. "Don't say my name!" His fist cracks against my cheek, and I stumble backwards, pain exploding over my face. "The hell!" I yell, throwing a fist back against his nose. Noa clutches nose, blood pooling against his upper lip.

He throws another punch at my eye, and misses. But he doesn't miss the second punch he throws. It lands against my eye and spots fill my vision. I kick him in the stomach and he topples backwards, clutching his stomach and groaning. "You little-" he starts, and throws another punch.It lands on my nose, and overwhelming pain crawls over my face once again. Then he does something inexplicable. He takes out a pocket knife, and trashed at my face. I stumble back, hot pain and blood dripping down my cheeks and lips. He punches me in the mouth and blood cradles itself against my lips. I stumble back in my car and start the engine. I just escape. I hear his yells but my eyes are fogged and my ears feel stuffed. So I drive to the only place I can think of. Adelaide's house.

I barely make it there. I park my car and trip up the steps leading to her door. I knock. No answer. Come on, I think urgently, a sob escaping my lips. The pain is becoming unbearable. I knock again. I hear footsteps and relief brushes over me.

Adelaide opens the door, and I can just barely make out the surprise that melts into worry over her face.

"Didn't know where else to go," I manage to croak out, before darkness fills my vision and I black out.

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Geez what a long part. But I had a lot to write. Btw Gale is listening to Viva La Vida by Coldplay  in the car. Idk just thought it fit.

Anyways, my poor baby Gale. He's been through so much.

What'll happen next?

I'll update soon!

Stay healthy and safe!!!

XX

Luna