Torn Asunder
Chapter 2
When I arrive at his complex, he's a whimpering mess, and I'm soaked to the bone. The windows in my car have never worked properly, and have always been rolled down half way. On sunny summer days, it's a wonderful breeze, but on chilly, thundering nights, it makes me so sincerely distressed. I've never been fond of the cold.
However, he doesn't mind a bit. The moment I knock on his apartment door, he swings it open, arms tightly wrapped around my waist in an instant. I've never known him to be anything other than awful, bitter and cruel, and I'm so pleasantly surprised by his kindness –even if I was the one showing kindness to him. When I look at him, my heart melts a bit – he has on a huge, oversized sweater, and shorts that barely peak out of the bottom. Even though I know he isn't trying, he still looks so innocent –so cute.
"Thank you so much for coming over. My mom is out right now, on business with the church, and I can never get through storms alone." His face is buried in my chest, his green hair surprisingly tame, and isn't sticking up in every direction like usual. It's a strange look on him, but I find it just as cute as anything else he does.
"Hey, it's alright. I don't exactly have any other plans at damn near midnight. Is it alright if I come inside, maybe dry off?" For a moment, he pauses, but eventually nods into my chest, removing himself so he can lead me inside by the hand.
Inside, he rushes us past the living room, only giving me the briefest of seconds to kick my shoes off at the door, before we turn a corner into a closed off, well-inhabited room. It only takes me a moment to register it as his room, and my stomach fills with butterflies.
"So, is there anything you need me to do? I just, if there's anything I can do for you, you can ask. I won't think it's weird." My voice is hesitant, and I know he can hear the nervousness in my voice. The shimmering light of mischief in his eyes says so, but it's quickly drowned out by the booming of thunder.
I'm on him in a second, holding his small frame close. While I know he would never admit it, he shivers, trembles, and I only hold him that much tighter. Even though he's so small, compared to me, he's so very strong, and holds me with surprising strength –surprising desperateness, even.
"Shhh, it's okay. Nothing can hurt you, it's all just a horrible memory." I feel him hiccup, and I try to hush soothing words to him, stroking his hair as we stand in the middle of his room, so very bright in contrast to the dark storm that has encompassed the city. In here, we are safe. The storm cannot touch us. The storm cannot harm him.
"I miss him, Guy. So much." The fragility of his words only makes me hold him that much tighter.
"I know how it feels. I almost lost my sister, several years ago, and I still have nightmares about it." He peaks his brilliant green eyes up at me, concern and worry latent in them. "Why do you think I don't get close to women? It's because I'm afraid of being left. I know you know how that is." Now, I'm trembling just as violently as him, and I can't feel like we're trying to keep each other together, but failing so miserably at it. The arms
"Guy, he was my world. Ion meant so much to me, but at the same time I hated him. Mom always doted on him, said he was her favorite, and I was just the problem child. And then, one day, he ran into the wrong person on the wrong day, and then –no more little brother." I can feel, in the way he clenches his fists around my soaking wet jacket, that he's more angry with himself than anyone else. Even though he doesn't think I do, I know exactly how he feels. I know how hard it is trying to accept the fact that someone you love might have just been stolen away from you, and there's nothing you can do about it. The only difference with Mary was that the bullet only grazed her temple.
"I know it hurts. But, trust me, with time, it'll be easier to think about." Now, he's openly sobbing, and I'm not even upset, considering my shirt was already soaked from the pouring rain.
"But, it's been so long, and it still hurts. What do I do if it never stops hurting?"
"Then I'll be there to bandage you up and make sure you don't hurt anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Sync, I would do anything and everything I could to make sure you're happy. Why else would I drive almost twenty miles in the pouring rain just to make sure you're okay?" The bittersweet smile that flashes on Sync's face when I speak is quickly replaced by one of absolute horror. Even though he's never been in a relationship –not counting the puppy love he gets from the theater department's main seamstress – I understand just how much he yearns for one. He wants so badly to feel the warmth of one individual's kind words, if only for the briefest of moments.
"Wait – do you mean-?" So suddenly, he pushes me away, eyes wide with fear.
"I love you."
"Guy – no, please don't say that. I'm terrible." The choking sob that escapes his mouth catches me off guard, and he buries his face in his hands. He's so very, very fragile, and I feel like I'm playing with his heart, and it hurts. This isn't how I wanted this to happen.
"That doesn't even matter to me. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met. When I'm near you, I just want to hold you, just like this, and tell you how much I love you, and how I'll never leave you. When I'm near you, I can't think straight, because all I can think about is you. Sync, I don't think you understand; I've been in love with you since the first time I met you, even with your cocky attitude and rude manners, I still find you so cute and charming, and I want to be near you always." Slowly, I scoop him back into my arms, and he doesn't resist, only tenses.
"But why me?" His voice is barely above a whisper, and it's nearly lost under the rain pour outside.
"Does there have to be a reason?"
"Yes! You don't get it, do you! I'm poison! I'm terrible! I'm a crybaby with a dead brother, and I haven't gone a day since he died without blaming myself for it. You don't want to like me, Guy, let alone, love me." His words are like a battle cry, but as he continues to speak, he looses his fight, and begins to simply openly sob.
"Then fill me with your venom, because it won't change my mind. I care about you, Sync."
"But what if I'm incapable of reciprocating?" I could feel his fists tightening on the back of my jacket, as though he were trying so dearly to just hold on to me. Everything about him right now was simply desperate, but it didn't bother me in the slightest.
"It doesn't matter. As long as you'll let me stay by your side, that'll be enough for me." One last call of thunder boomed over the horizon, and left him burying his face into my chest, and I only tightened my hold around his shoulders. He's so small, and it feels so wonderful to be able to hold him like this, like I can protect him, and cure him of all of the social plagues he's lived with. Like this, I can keep him safe and sound.
"You promise you won't leave me?" It's barely audible, but the hope in his voice is prevalent above all else. A smile crosses my lips, and I lean my head down and bury my face in his hair.
"On my life, I promise." He hiccups another time, but is silent, otherwise. Soaking wet, and in the middle of his messy bedroom, I've given him everything I am. Surprisingly cold, and dressed in nothing but an oversized sweater and shorts, he gives me everything he can.
Outside, the storm comes to a stop.
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Okay this thing is super messy and shitty, but I needed to write SOMETHING, and SyncGuy is always an option. So yeah. Here's my first finished multichapter fic. It is literal shit.
