Lemon tears
Have you ever had lemon juice in your eyes? It stings. It stings and it makes you want to cry. Funnily enough, sometimes, when someone you trusted hurts you, it stings in just the same way. Maybe it's not the lemon that stings, but its the tears that do. Lemon tears.
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The prisoners used to claim our lemon juice hurt their eyes. We were only trying to help them to see how beautiful our sour world really is. All they did was cry. They cried and eventually were silent. This was... acceptable. Only acceptable. I did not understand the tears they had, but then again, now i do. I understand the stinging pain that comes when someone close betrays you. as my son did. As my brother did.
I remember the night vividly. Or in these last moments, i remember it as well as my traumatized mind will permit me as i fall deeper into the dark. My darling boy... lemonsweets. Brother and i were just getting ready to end his day together. Brother thought our boy wanted to dance, but really i knew that after the long day he needed rest. I thought i had convinced brother that it was what was best for him... but when i went to get a sleeping bonnet for our boy... he had betrayed me. Brother and I squabbled over whether or not this was appropriate... and the two of them turned on me. I attempted to wrestle lemonsweets away from my clearly disturbed brother, but to no avail. Our combined efforts... lead to our boys demise. I hate brother for what he did but i cannot deny my part in it too. perhaps this is what hurts the most.
Our son laid there, in pieces on the floor, and we gazed at him in disbelief. Soon, brother turned on me. I looked into his beady eyes... an emotionless glance for but an instant... which in our silence felt like an eternity. This emotionless expanse was deeper and more... wrong than anything i had seen in my brother before. It was endless in a finite space, an impossibility that could only be conjured in a mind as unsettled as my poor brothers.
But soon this emotionless expanse was filled. Not with surprise and then regret as mine own was... but with anger. My brother's temper was a flaring beast and then was no different. He screamed at me with the strange, broken language that we both were so tragically confined to.
Only one.
The end. My end.
