There was a scream in the night.
A howl with a unique timbre.
It was Elliot
His Elliot.
The nightmare had captured his mind again.
He shock the blonde awake
His brilliant blue eyes opened in fear.
Some soothing words
A gentle touch
And the fear was gone.
He cracked his back
From napping on the couch
The raven haired nerd
Scolded his master
For not napping in his bed.
Argued phrases
Words exchanged
And the silence continued.
A forgotten book
Picked up and acknowledged
Until a gentle hand pushed it away.
They watched each other
With weary eyes
Until the raven said
I'm sorry
Some soothing words
A gentle touch
And all was forgiven.
Class starts
Time passes
Everything is forgotten.
A melody is weaved
Between the two
Until no one knows where one began
And the other ended.
They were completely in sync
When one moved the other moved
When one changed pace, the other went along with it
Notes played
Keys pressed
Everything was perfect.
The tune ends
And they each grin
The blonde praised the raven
For being in sync
And the raven praised the blonde,
For staying in tune.
The blonde gave him a look
As if to say:
You saying I'm never in tune?
A goofy smile
A defeated sigh
The melody resumes.
The lights turn off
Good nights are whispered
Darkness consumes all.
The raven has a peaceful night
Full of peaceful dreams and bright colors
The blonde has a dreadful night
Full of scarlet nightmares and dark shadows.
Morning comes and neither speaks of their night
The blonde tells the raven that they're going to a party
The raven claims to be ill
But blonde knows better to believe it
Argued words
A whispered apology
The two are leaving.
People waltz by, not paying any attention
To the raven haired nerd, walking aimlessly among them.
He walks outside to get some air
The blonde sees him talking to a stranger
Argued words
Chairs thrown
No apology is given
The raven is sucked into the black
He dreams of scarlet and death
He wakes up to find that it was not longer a dream
The stench
The blood
The corpse
It's all here
Just like in the nightmare
There are two deaths
The mother of the man he loved
And the man himself
Tears fall
Hearts stop
The blonde is dead.
A scream erupts from the raven's chest
He sobs for the blonde
The one who accepted him
The one who taught him how to live
The one who taught him how to love.
Words buzz around in his mind
Your fault…selfish…never been born…never found you…
He would still be alive!
No more soothing words
No more gentle touches
No more apologies
The raven screeched again.
He had never apologized to the blonde
He died thinking the raven hates him.
The black engulfed the raven one more time.
He woke up in an odd room
In an odd bed.
He thought he was in the blonde's house,
That last night had all been a dream
He looked over at the couch
Expecting to see the blonde napping
There was no one
A knock on the door
A man walks in
The blonde is indeed dead.
No tears come.
The sorrow has eaten all of the tears the raven has
Questions
Questions and shot at the raven like bullets
What happened?
Who did this?
Did you know about this?
He couldn't answer any
His mind was on the blonde
His face
His laugh
It was all gone.
The raven asked a question of his own
Where is he now?
The ground, he was buried yesterday.
A slight gasp
Teary eyes
He never said goodbye.
He tells them what he knows
He needs to be left alone.
The raven is returned to his room
His sobs echoed everywhere
But no one was around to hear them.
A blonde entered the room
But not the one he wanted.
No caring blue eyes
No sword at his side
Not the same blonde.
He whispers some shocking words
The blonde's last words.
I'm sorry
Tears flow freely down the raven's face
He was sorry
And with that the Raven awoke
And for the first time in what seemed like forever
The tears flowed again
They fell for all of the gentle touches
All of the soothing words
And for that one pointless apology
For it was the Raven who was at fault
And the last tears that the Raven shed
Were for that perfect blonde
That paid for the Ravens mistake.