HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE-SHOT - SIMEON

OCEAN EYES

this is sad, contains death.
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YOU WERE A WRITER.

They said that writers who wrote their melancholic words together were sad themselves. They said that writing comes with a price.

But what could be the most painful thing for you to pick up a pen and let the words bleed with your aching heart?

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He was only seventeen when you met him. He wore dark clothing and tattered shoes, he always had a glare in his eyes as he smoked at one of the alleyways.

He had blood running through the side of his face. You thought it was a gang fight — turns out that he was protecting an old lady from a robber. He took a bad blow, but he could survive.

The way his eyes shot up to yours as you held out your hand.

"What do you want?" he smiled tiredly.

Your lips quirked, "Let's get you cleaned up."

He was in your bathroom as his blood was being drained with the water. He sat at the end of the bathtub, his naked back hitting the ceramic object as you cleaned up his arms. He multiple cuts, but it wasn't any serious.

"What's your name?" you managed to ask as he stared at your gentle actions.

"Simeon."

"To be heard." you murmured. He didn't quite hear what you say but he didn't push it any further.

Simeon was kind to his mother. But he loathes his father deep in his heart.

He told you that his father left his mom for a trophy wife.

You met her as she prepared tea. Your eyes wandered around the small worn-out place, yet, within those loose floorboards and broken curtains, it never left the warmth of home.

There was the rattling of silverware and the breaking of a teapot. You rose up from your seat and helped her as she fell to the ground.

She was sick and he knew why.

The stress and problems his father had bestowed upon them took a toll to his mother's health.

Simeon went to his house to settle everything. He brought you along. He said that you were his lucky charm, having you there meant nothing could go wrong.

Shouts, curses and the breaking of glasses was heard throughout the extravagant mansion.

Your eyes met the ones of a scared little boy who gripped his mother's newly bought red dress.

For once, fear ran down through your veins as you held Simeon back. He growled and spat at his father's face.

"She'll die because of you." he cried out.

Tears never left your eyes as he broke out in frustration. He thrashed the table made out of glass and finally calmed down.