Disclaimer: HP is J.K Rowling's, Steph wrote the fic, Daylight belongs to the aweosme band Twinstar
*Daylight*
~A moment of silence
For this situation
And what you're
About to say~
"Fuck." he only uttered that word. And then he reached down to put out a cigarette, only to light another one. I watched him. His hands were calloused and rough. But they could be gentle. His face sun burnt and dry from being out in the heat for long hours working with dragons. But his expressions are smooth and soft. His smile is sweet. And his eyes have a such a passion in them But he hasn't looked at me since the sun set.
~We're just too erratic
And shooting our glances
Because we both want it
The same way and we've
Spent nearly half the night
Still clawing for daylight~
He chances a quick look at me, only to look away because I'm watching. This shouldn't have happened. He know and I somewhere inside, I know it too. We were stupid to think that it would work. And we've gone and ruined our friendship. Before this, we were the best of friends. That's a rare thing with brothers these days, unless their twins like Fred and George. But we took it all too far. And I don't know how I'll face him after tonight. It'll always be there, hanging over our heads. "Fuck. Why?" he mutters. Not really to me but probably to God.
~Now, I've left my heart
Where you leave your keys
Every evening when
When you get home~
I look at his hands again. Those hands. They had once caressed me. They had once been through my hair. I had once held them in mine. But now they're shaking. And I reach out my own hand to steadying them but he pulls his away. That hurts. More than anything ever has. He looks at me again. Longer this time though. Long enough for me to see that it hurt him too. There are tears in his eyes. His bright blue eyes. He turns away. "God, why!?" he says through sobs. I rest my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. And after a while he sits quietly in his chair. Head in his hands.
~I didn't spray your name
On that water tower for nothing
I did it for false teenage love
And a memory to recall when
When I'm passed my youth
And ashamed to cry~
I know its time for me to leave. To stop hurting him. He's my younger brother. I should heal the hurt, not cause it. So I take me hand away and stand up. "Bill..." he whispers. I can't say anything to him. I don't know how. So, I reach for my coat and turn to leave when he says, "I'm passed my youth but I'm not ashamed to cry." He breaths a trembling breath and continues, "Nights like these are hard to get through alone, Bill. I need you to coax me to sleep in hopes that everything will be alright." He pauses, "God. That night sky is just lit up to point out all of our scars." he barely whispers. I shake my head and say, "Charlie, that night sky is lit up with our memories. We just don't see that because we're grasping for daylight all the time. At least we're crying for something. For crying out loud." And I open the sliding glass door that leads to the inside of his flat. And I leave him there. I'm walking down the sidewalk and I can still hear his sobs. I want to comfort him but I can't. I shouldn't. I left him alone with the sky full of memories. But there's only a few more hours until daylight anyway.
~We've spent nearly
Half the night
Still clawing for daylight~
The End
*Daylight*
~A moment of silence
For this situation
And what you're
About to say~
"Fuck." he only uttered that word. And then he reached down to put out a cigarette, only to light another one. I watched him. His hands were calloused and rough. But they could be gentle. His face sun burnt and dry from being out in the heat for long hours working with dragons. But his expressions are smooth and soft. His smile is sweet. And his eyes have a such a passion in them But he hasn't looked at me since the sun set.
~We're just too erratic
And shooting our glances
Because we both want it
The same way and we've
Spent nearly half the night
Still clawing for daylight~
He chances a quick look at me, only to look away because I'm watching. This shouldn't have happened. He know and I somewhere inside, I know it too. We were stupid to think that it would work. And we've gone and ruined our friendship. Before this, we were the best of friends. That's a rare thing with brothers these days, unless their twins like Fred and George. But we took it all too far. And I don't know how I'll face him after tonight. It'll always be there, hanging over our heads. "Fuck. Why?" he mutters. Not really to me but probably to God.
~Now, I've left my heart
Where you leave your keys
Every evening when
When you get home~
I look at his hands again. Those hands. They had once caressed me. They had once been through my hair. I had once held them in mine. But now they're shaking. And I reach out my own hand to steadying them but he pulls his away. That hurts. More than anything ever has. He looks at me again. Longer this time though. Long enough for me to see that it hurt him too. There are tears in his eyes. His bright blue eyes. He turns away. "God, why!?" he says through sobs. I rest my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. And after a while he sits quietly in his chair. Head in his hands.
~I didn't spray your name
On that water tower for nothing
I did it for false teenage love
And a memory to recall when
When I'm passed my youth
And ashamed to cry~
I know its time for me to leave. To stop hurting him. He's my younger brother. I should heal the hurt, not cause it. So I take me hand away and stand up. "Bill..." he whispers. I can't say anything to him. I don't know how. So, I reach for my coat and turn to leave when he says, "I'm passed my youth but I'm not ashamed to cry." He breaths a trembling breath and continues, "Nights like these are hard to get through alone, Bill. I need you to coax me to sleep in hopes that everything will be alright." He pauses, "God. That night sky is just lit up to point out all of our scars." he barely whispers. I shake my head and say, "Charlie, that night sky is lit up with our memories. We just don't see that because we're grasping for daylight all the time. At least we're crying for something. For crying out loud." And I open the sliding glass door that leads to the inside of his flat. And I leave him there. I'm walking down the sidewalk and I can still hear his sobs. I want to comfort him but I can't. I shouldn't. I left him alone with the sky full of memories. But there's only a few more hours until daylight anyway.
~We've spent nearly
Half the night
Still clawing for daylight~
The End