Incase you are wondering why the story is rated mature, because it's going to be getting a lot more serious as the story progresses. I guess I should warn you now, if you don't like angst, don't read!
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The world was peaceful and quiet, blanketed by a foot of snow that decided to fall in the early morning hours. The sky was still dark and overcast, but the moon was shining brightly, silver and full. It casted an eerie blueish silver light off the snow, and onto the dark figure huddled in a blanket.
It was once again another sleepless night for Rowen. He sat with his knees bent up, chin resting on his arms, enjoying the calm of being outside.
He felt a presense behind him suddenly and turned to see a restless Sage standing with steaming mugs. Rowen offered some of the blanket, and Sage sat next to him quietly, offering the mug in return.
"Hot cocoa." Rowen observed, staring into the mug with a dull expression.
"With mini-marshmellows. 26 of them, just how you like it." Sage added, rolling his eyes at how picky Rowen had become lately. He was beginning to suspect that Rowen was doing it intentionally.
"Hm.."
They sat in silence, huddled together in the blanket, shoulder to shoulder, but this didn't bother either boy. Sage knew the rumors going around school about them, all of them. But he didn't care. They had all almost sacrified their lives for one another, they spent many nights huddled together in armor, trying to get warm. Sharing thoughts and feelings, and a destiny none of them had chose. He shared a bond with the other four no one else would ever know. But tonight felt different, changed somehow. He pushed it aside and studied the blue haired boy from the corner of his eye.
Rowen stared into his mug so intently Sage feared it might shatter from the scrutiny of Rowen's eyes trying to take apart everything about the mug and rearrange it in his mind. Rowen did that a lot now, as if he was keeping his thoughts on whatever was in front of him, and less on his feelings. Sage could barely feel the presence of Rowen in his mind any more and it bothered him. The bond they had formed was so much deeper then with the others, and now Rowen blocked him out almost entirely. All Sage could feel was pain eminating from him. It was if Rowen hurt so badly he was on autopilot, blocking everything out. Leaving empathetic Sage to accidently pick up the pain, suffering silently. It didn't make sense. It was like Rowen didn't care any more, this only added to the pain the blonde was feeling.
Sage absentmindly scratched his arms, he'd had been scratching them a lot lately and it was starting to show. He made a mental note to ask Cye about something to put on his arms before he scratched them off. They burned a little and he studied them, but he didn't see anything worth looking at. Maybe it was his way of coping with everything.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
He glanced at Rowen and frowned. He'd had suspicions for a while, but never asked. And he suddenly felt very alone and very akward as he realized he didn't want to ask the other boy.
He became strangely aware that he was sharing a blanket with a perfect stranger.
They both sat in silence, before Sage stood up and went inside.
He glanced at the clock.
3:12 a.m.
He was starting to hate that thing.
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Yay! The end of another chapter. Hope it's starting to make more sense now. D Hopefully I can get more written soon.