Smoke and Mirrors
Epilogue
Life is life and death is death, needing someone to spend it with.
Why I hadn't seen you before? Influenced by others but no more.
Forbidden together through ne'er good weather.
Now I've had a taste there could be no other.
Protecting me and save me from fear.
You listen and hear, comfort from tears
we'll keep on hiding, smoke and mirrors.
-missus wishus69
Its not to say that day was the first time I'd seen him, I'd known him for a while in fact he'd been living here just about as long as I had but we had never really spoken. He was always so quiet, he never took off his uniform and rarely made eye contact unless it was to stare you down for looking at him the wrong way, always brooding in the corner during party and meeting and since he never looked like he wanted to talk I assumed he didn't. Back then I was too young to figure things out on my own and when I asked my elder brother he told me that that man was a bad one and that I should never talk to him, but I was allowed to hang out with my brother's friends and I'm sure they weren't much better... I don't know what but there was something about him that made me keep looking back, just to check if he was alright, if he was still there, if he was following closely in line with the rest of us but the thing is, he never was. His long dark hair was always in his eyes so I could not see what he was feeling, his face constantly downcast and his deep voice addressed all formally no matter who they were. He was different, special, and I knew for the first time that day that I wanted- no, I needed to know him.
In all truth the reason I kept tabs on him may have been because I admired him, or perhaps I had other unseen motives all together either way my brother would let me have nothing to do with him on the grounds that he was a criminal... my brother, though, had no room to talk, for he was a million times worse, but he only said those things because he loved me. Over the years he led through this dangerous journey called life and protected me when our father would not, he kept me from the things that hurt me when no one else cared to and comforted me when I cried and my guardian angel, he who had told me the rules since my beginning deemed that seemingly lifeless shadow of a man the greatest of all threats to his little sister. My brother never would have guessed he'd be the one to bring us together and eventually to tear us apart.