Louis Michael Caswell-Brooks. The new boy on the block. Moving all the way from France to the Outer Banks he tries to fit in all while dealing with the grief caused back at home. Along the way he meets a group of teens who enjoy breaking rules, and...
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⚠ Mentions of Death, Suicide, Cutting
Pain. The Caswell son's could only describe their life as a life full of pain. The pain was intense, everlasting, and hellish. The pain swallowed the boys up, cradling their bodies into a dark hole that sucked the life, the happiness, the joy out of their souls, leaving them with nothing. The pain created demons inside their heads, taunting their every move and thriving of the tears that were shed day and night. It colored the boys into skeletons, pale boys who had no will to live, and pleaded for the Grim Reaper to take them away. Hell would be so much better than this life the boys had, but the demon loved to cause suffering, and perhaps that's why they haven't died just yet.
The boys never saw this coming. Perhaps that's why it hurts so much more. It was so sudden so...unrealistic it almost felt as if they were just trapped in a nightmare. But alas they were awake, grieving and experiencing a pain so intense it ate at their insides.
Their mother way dead. Six feet underground, not breathing, slowly withering away. Dead. Their mother was dead.
To make matters worse, she suffered. Wrong place wrong time, and yet something so stupid so unnecessary caused two boys to become orphans.
Bank robbery. That's all it was. A foolish man and his wife in need of money. Go in then come out, should be as simple as that, but it wasn't. It wasn't because someone passed away, no, someone got murdered. Murdered all because the money in their purse wasn't to the robbers liking.
Their mother was dead.
Two weeks after the incident, Louis went to spend another mourning day with his boyfriend. He needed some happiness, some love back into his heart, and although he had his brother, that love was evaporing as he grieved in his own way. So, he walked to his boyfriends home. Oh how he needed happiness. Oh how he needed love.
He entered the house, remembers calling out his boyfriends name to get no anwser. With curiosity getting the best of him, he skips to his boyfriends room, excited to finally kiss the boy who he believed was his world. Only as he entered he wasn't able to be given a kiss, wasn't given a hug, but was given an image that would haunt him forever.
Valentin Arpin was dead. Slit wrists dead, bleeding out and staining the carpet. Dead. The boys world was dead.
He remembers the rivers that fell from his eyes, the cracked heart even angels could hear, the sobs that shook his body. He remembers the police arriving, the lifeless body of his lover being lifted, the hug he received from his brother. He remembers returning home with no food in the fridge to eat, not that he would want to eat anyways, the social worker that knocked on the door, the funeral that was held three days later.
He remembers it all yet somehow it's still fuzzy on how his brother and himself got to where they are, standing at the luggage claim of an airport waiting for his new 'family' to pick them up.
He sees the familiar faces from the photos the social worker showed, he feels the gentle hug and squeeze on the shoulder, he smells the salt water and freshly cut grass, but he is still fuzzy.
He is in Outer Banks, thousand miles away from his lovers grave and his mother's soul, and the realization hits him.
He is in Outer Banks, and oh the pain that thought causes him. He is in Outer Banks because his mother is dead, because his lover is dead and because he is slowly dying with the knowledge of those two things.
It may be 'Paradise on Earth' for everyone else, but to Leo and Louis, it's just the living hell.
And all he is wishing for is happiness to come... And he didn't know it yet, but soon that happiness would come.
