Sights, sounds and colours all bled together, creating a mess of movements, a landscape of colours. The dank London air seeped its way through his surroundings, filtering through the otherwise cool breeze.
They were bound, all three of them. Whether it be through bonds of the soul or bonds of the heart, they were indefinitely tied as one, shackled so you did not know where one ended and the other began.
Twisted around each other, like twine around package. Twisted like a crown of thorns, like a snarl of ivy.
Their love triangle was so messy, with razors for edges and knives for points. Lacerating, slashing them wherever they turned. Someone always got hurt, in the little mess of feelings and attachments they were stuck in.
There was no win-win situation.
It was a double edged sword.
And soon enough someone was going to be seriously hurt. Maimed beyond recognition, with scars not on the skin, but on the heart. They were trapped in a burning cabin and it was not long until someone was lost forever, burnt by the fire.
They were bound, bound by some force greater than them. Bound by what some might be foolish enough to call destiny.
There was a thread, tethering them together. Golden yarn, spun with cruel intentions, linking them, forcing them to be as one. Tied around their hearts, forcing them to beat the same time, beat the same way.
He wanted to be rid of that thread. So much it scared him. He could sever it. Sever it and be done with this madness.
But he needed them. They were his own, his dreams and hopes, the shape of his soul. They knew him and he knew them and even though that they were twisted hurt him everyday, breaking that knot was something he could not bear.
He knew that he could never give them up.
Yes, they were twisted. Yes, they were bound. Shackled to each other, prisoners watching their own misery unfold. A caricature of human souls, inked by a pen that cared little about they way they felt.
They were tangled with each other.
And on that damp London morning, with the wind fluttering Tessa's hair and Will's footsteps clattering along the bridge, Jem knew a simple truth.
Life was full of ups and down and falls and tumbles but they made it worth it. They made his life dark and grey, were the cause of his suffering, but they were also his only solace, his only peace in a sick world.
And even if he could, he would never escape their triangle.
A.N. This was the result of feels and late night revelations.
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