It Hurts to Become
There were good days, and there were bad days. That was the only way to put it.
The bad days used to happen much more often, and the good days are much more common now. That doesn't mean the bad days don't happen anymore - because they do. And they won't go away.
But instead of his bad day occurring during his waking hours, it happens at night. When he's sleeping, next to someone or alone. That's when the bad days happen. They sneak up on him from where they belong, deep inside the far corners of his head, and they torture him with memories and feelings, and a bond so unbreakable he can't even think or move or speak.
They show him what he's lost. Over and over again, the moment he sees the glassy, lifeless eyes and the faintest trace of a smile on his brother's lifeless body. And it's all his fault.
They tell him that it's his fault because they shouldn't have split up. Bad things have always happened when they split up, right? That's why he's left with one ear instead of two and why there's nothing but dust and cold inside of him.
He tries to stop them. He really, really does. But they get to him. But sometimes, if he's lucky, the good days will valiantly battle the bad days, and he'd have a few of the former. Attending a dinner, cleaning up, working on bills and owl-orders. But overall, the good days would lose the war in the end.
And it all would start over again. He feels like he's in a useless, unproductive loop. Like a story with a disappointing end - when the book would finally have a happy ending in sight, things would change, and the novel would delve straight back into the problem. Over and over and over again.
a/n - i think george is a wonderful character - he's perfect for any sort of angst. For the Flower Language Challenge; nasturtium.