A/N: I'm sorry I don't post as much. And I'm sorry I don't post as long.
I performed in an elementary school play once. I was eight-years old at the time, and the play the board of directors decided on was a very elaborate portrayal of Peter Pan. Of course, this sick and twisted world of mine decided that I was to be Peter. And since it just had to be elaborate and true to the book, I got to fly. I was all harnessed and three kids pulled me up so that I could sweep above the audience, singing.
That was the very same feeling I was experiencing when I said 'Portus' as I grasped the cup. Anyone with a sane, rational mind would've asked questions, but knowing me, and I'm sure the cup's sender does, I'm not one to think before I act. So as I said, it was like being in a harness for one of those acrobatic fightscenes in movies, only with the added part where the it was attached to a merry-go-round going crazy.
I felt this lurching urge to dump my dinner two days ago out from my stomach onto the soft surface I just landed on. It was weird when, despite the similar conditions of snowy grass and cold air, the place felt really unfamiliar. I looked around, a bit shaken, to see where I was. It was a meadow, not quite natural-looking, more like a bulldozer made it. I was by the edge, looking through a patch of greenery, light shining through the holes.
The light blared and I immediately covered my eyes. What the hell? I doubt I've gone very far from Rach and the others, so the light couldn't have changed that drastically.
I was wrong.
The sky in over the meadow was perfectly clear, although the meadow was clearly experiencing winter. It was covered with dead plants, and that was covered with fluffy frozen rain, so yeah, it was winter. It was bigger than I thought, especially when the white owl that sent me the package flew along it's circumference. If that was the case, then Rach and the others weren't very far from here.
"Ow! Jake, where did you go?" said the gangly voice of Seth. He chose to go through the bush instead of around it. Figures. I didn't notice him a while ago. It quickly clicked into place though that he was holding my hand when I touched the cup and said the word.
"I'm here," I said exasperatedly. Dealing with Seth for three years can exasperate you. "Where were you?" I waved him over as I scanned the clearing, and soon he was beside me. He was really warm.
He spoke in a hurt tone. "You were on top of me. Where are we?" Seth suddenly asked warily. I didn't know if he was shivering of the cold wind beating at us or trembling in anxiety.
Then, something moved. I found myself daft for not noticing that big boulder before. That big boulder that stood up and motioned the owl over. It swooped down without flaw, gracefully landing onto the person's reaching arm. The other arm was lifted and the bird was stroked. Seth's hands tightened around my arm when he saw what I saw. The person faced our direction, and started walking towards us. I took two steps back. Seth followed.
"Who...who is he?" Seth whispered near my ear. I lied when I shrugged no. The person didn't relent. He was walking briskly, obviously excited.
No.
"Jake?" Seth murmured. It knocked me out of my reverie. I took three steps back.
No.
The person didn't relent. He was less than thirty feet from us. I took another step back.
No.
Twenty feet. I felt Seth tense beside me. he started pulling me back. "Jake why are you...why are you cyring like that?" he said, worried, glancing at our company with trepidation. The person stopped at ten feet when I looked straight into his green eyes. I knew where it would go. That 'H' was an obvious clue. I knew it would return if I did so. I knew it would tear me apart. I knew it would be wrong to face him, not now, not ever when so much damaged was left unrepaired. Seth had tried so hard to pick up the pieces. It was steadily coming along. I could do it. But I had to see him. I needed his smile again.
"Jacob, you don't know how sorry I am." He wasn't smiling. He was crying, like I noticed what I was doing. He threw his arm up and jostled the owl, sending it soaring. I stared at him, his face. He hasn't changed a bit, and at the same time, everything about him was foreign and alien. He was taller. He also seemed to have meat in his bones this time. The scar was there, as well as the wind swept hair. He was there, ever single piece of him, shredded but intact in my mind. All it had to take was for me to process that this was not a dream, even though I also wanted to show that I wasn't damaged. That he didn't damage me. That he was insignificant to me, that three years ago when we were eleven, he was nothing that would hurt when taken away.
But hell I couldn't fool myself. And I was crying. And rambling in my head.
I opened my mouth a fraction, then closed it immediately. Nothing could be said at the moment.
A/N: I'm a little rushed. I'll post another one in two days.