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Word;; Foam
Shipping?;; RinLen
He stood on the beach, staring out into the sky. His golden hair was held in a ponytail, and he stood, barefoot, in the sand. A light breeze brushed by. His sapphire eyes were fixed on the sky. Watching, waiting. Wondering.
The foam lapped his toes, and he looked down. The foam, the water. His sister had loved it so. The memory uneased him, not that he wasn't uneasy already. Not nervous, nor anxious. But hesitant. Unsure. A shiver crawled down his spine. Rin had come to these same waters exactly one year ago. But she hadn't hesitated. She hadn't waited and considered her choices. No, she had never been one to look before she leaped. A trait that cost Len his happiness. He laughed bitterly as the memories he had kept locked away came flooding in.
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"Len!" a girl smiled. She had hair like sunshine and eyes that seemed to reflect the sky. Rin. Why did she have to be so pretty? His heart ached. She ran over to him and embraced him, grinning ear to ear. But he did not return the gesture. She looked up.
"Len? What's wrong?" she frowned, focusing her gaze on him. But he just stared at her coldly. He didn't hate her. Far from it. But he had to keep up this facade. He couldn't let this continue. No, it was too wrong. She would be shunned from society. Him too. They would have to travel, never staying in one place too long. And in many places it was illegal. No, he couldn't let her get wrapped up in such a mess. This was for her own good.
"Get off of me," Len said, pouring his icy gaze into hers. She jumped back, tears forming in her aquamarine eyes. His clenched his fists. No matter how much it hurt, he couldn't let this mess continue. He just couldn't. So he snarled, "What do you think you're doing, stupid girl?" Ending their relationship was even better. After all that had happened, he didn't think they could act like normal siblings.
"L-Len, I love you," Rin whimpered, beginning to cry. She kept up her innocent mask. She knew what he was doing. He wanted to end their relationship, wanted to see other girls. He didn't care one bit about her. Just about her body, not about her. And now he wanted to back out; he had gotten in too deep. And he would leave her, without one regret. He hated her.
But Len just glared, and growled, "You don't know what love is." He felt a sharp stab in his heart, and almost winced, but he held up this act. Determined to catch her before she fell. Even if it hurt him. He didn't care about himself. She was all that mattered. Well, now at least.
Rin stepped back, eyes widened in shock. "What?" She hadn't expected that. She had thought he would use the old 'it's not you, it's me' speech. Instead he's all cold and bitter. Ouch. Maybe he really did hate her. Like, he wanted to die. She wouldn't mind. She hadn't been meant to live, after that accident. The crash, the blood, the sirens going off. It was still blurry in her head. So what was the point of living, if the one person you're close to hates you?
"You heard what I said. Oh, and I have something to tell you," he whispered, smirking. But there was still no warmth in his gaze. He couldn't let the tiniest bit show. He had to fool her. He had to. He craned his head over, as if to murmur a secret in her ear. The urge to forget this whole thing and kiss her was strong. But he resisted.
But Rin had enough. She smacked him, and ran off. Ran toward the water. She couldn't swim. Rubbing his cheek, Len realized this with a jolt. She would drown if she tried to swim. And he hadn't even told her that they were siblings. She probably thought that he hated her out of the blue, and wanted to, wanted to. He couldn't finish the thought. Adrenaline was pumping in his head, his heart was thumping in his throat. He had to get her, had to. Couldn't, let, her, die. He swam roughly through the freezing ocean water. The liquid rushed in his ears. He felt lightheaded. But he had to find Rin.
He ducked under. But no, nothing. Nothing above either. She was nowhere. Nowhere at all. But he couldn't accept that. Just couldn't. After all he had done for her, after all his sacrifices. He was the reason she would die. His fault, and his alone. He was the reason her life was so awful. Her choices, after all, were drowning or becoming a social outcast. He would've chosen the former as well.
After two hours of searching, he admitted defeat. He lay sprawled out on the beach, smeared with wet sand and blood. His fault. All his fault....
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Len would've cried, like a normal person. But so much had happened to him, he had been through so much weather, that it just didn't make him cry anymore. He had lost everyone and everything but the clothes on his back. He had been fired from the only job he qualified for, and had therefore lost his home, food, and any chance of making it in the world. He needed Rin, but she was gone. Gone from his life. It had been a terrible year. And yet today seemed better, somehow.
He had a solution of course. To join Rin, amongst the salt and foam. To finally accept his life, and dive into inescapable dreamland. Death. The word seemed so welcoming. Everyday he dreamed of it, wishing, fantasizing. What a dream come true. He waded into the water, deeper, deeper, and let it claim him, finally, after all those long months.
"Rin, here I come."
