The curtains were drawn, preventing any sunlight from sneaking in. The light was switched off, leaving the room in it's shadow. The atmosphere was cold and silent with the exception of faint giggling from the room across the hall. The same giggles that pierced the ears of the broken, desperate, pleading boy who had just had his heart beaten to a pulp. The damage couldn't be visually seen but inside, blood poured like a scarlett fountain from the vital organ's open wound.
The boy's chest heaved with agony as he slid his back down the cold, hard wall. He cried inaudibly, obscuring his vision. Convulsive sobs shook his body. He clenched his fists as his fingernails dug hard into his palms. Tears came down in torrents, leaving noticeable smudgy tear tracks on his cheeks. He bit down on his lip, trying desperately not to be heard.
''I love you, Lucas.''
''I love you too, Ness.''
Those words circulated his thoughts and refused to leave. Those were the words that destroyed him. Those were the words that were exchanged between the love of his live and the love of his life's new boyfriend. Those were the words that he wished he could unhear, but the past is the past and can't be changed.
He was overtaken by raw emotions and couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, forget those life-ruining words.
It was three weeks ago that the torture begun.
It all started with Lucas bursting through the front door, cheery eyed and grinning. He announced that he had been seeing someone and they had just confirmed a relationship. That's when the knife first plunged itself into the hopeless boy's heart.
Then Lucas's boyfriend had came round to meet Lucas's family. That's when the hopeless boy had to witness their first kiss. The knife twisted and turned in his heart, causing the most excruciating pain.
After that, Lucas's boyfriend started to take Lucas away from the hopeless boy every chance he got. He never got to see Lucas anymore because he was always with his boyfriend. Even when he eventually did come home, he still had his boyfriend with him. The knife stuck itself so deep in his heart that it drained him, leaving him feeling worthless, lonely, dejected, bereaved.
The only thing he could do, was accept the fact that Lucas will never love him. Lucas will never hold him like he holds his lover. Lucas will never touch lips with him like he touches lips with his lover. Lucas will never want him. Lucas doesn't need him. Lucas could live without him.
But he couldn't live without, Lucas...
Maybe that was because of the fact that he loved him dearly with all of his aching heart,
Or maybe,
It was because they were brothers and brothers need each other.