I know what you're thinking. What bout your others stories? I have to put them on hold my inspiration has run dry.
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Mom used to say I was really good at watching the things around me. That I understood things on a deep level. She would say that's why my little cousins came to me for advice, not Wyatt.
Wyatt was more of an action guy. He never really sat back and enjoyed himself. I on the other hand thought my cousins were the world. Oliver came to me when he started liking girls, he asked for my advice. When I asked him why, he told me, "Chris I didn't go to Wyatt because he can't get me the way you do. You've always been there for us. Olivia and Cecelia feel the same way. Wyatt may have the power, but it's like you've got the insight. Power without wisdom is like trying to brew a potion in the dark."
I don't I ever felt more loved. Ollie and Livvy turned to me when Aunt Paige died at the hands of the Titans. Wyatt was becoming more distant, Dad was off being an Elder, Mom was gone, Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Jason were looking after Celia, Uncle Glenn was a mess, the twins were lost, and I was there for them.
When Cecelia's boyfriend broke up with her I listened to her heartbreak and when Olivia wanted to kill the Elders for taking her Mom away I talked her down in the actual hall 'up-there'. I was there. ME, never Wyatt. Oliver understood that I would never leave them like Dad left us.
I don't want to kill Dad, not really. Severely maim? Hell yeah. But really, I want to kill myself. I left them in the future with HIM. I promised to come back, but part of me doesn't want to. Mom is here making me my favorite meals, Aunt Paige is here being her cool, quirky, endearing self and Wyatt is nothing more than a cuddly baby.
I hate myself for being such a coward; it's my job to protect them. It always has been.