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A/N – I'm back! Mwhahaha! Don't ask why, but I suddenly felt that this was the time to bring this fic off its hiatus and continue with it. It's been ages, I know, I apologise, but hopefully this chapter will be worth the wait… As always, many thanks for all reviews, glad to know that people are still reading and enjoying this fic!
Closeted Secrets.
He said this could make everything better – even though he couldn't really see how.
But after all… They are never wrong…
The coldness surrounded him - even though the heat in the room was almost unbearable. He was breathless, he could feel his chest rise and fall heavily, slowly, clumsily. Effortlessly his fingers relaxed their grip. The object slipped out of his hands.
This was new to him. He'd never felt this before, yet somehow he knew that it wasn't enough to just sit back and wait for the aching in his heart to subside. What is it he'd once heard?
"The only way to release the pain is to wash it all away."
He didn't even realise that he'd been crying until he felt a single warm, wet tear roll slowly down his cheek. It crashed to the floorboards, creating a small pool of sorrow where it fell, he opened his eyes, just enough for him to make out his own blurry reflection – Drowning in his own sadness.
He could remember that day so clearly – which was unusual for him. Usually his memories became confused, mixed up, lying somewhere between reality and his own imaginary world. They had always told him he should pay more attention…
They spoke in that hushed tone – the one that he hated – it always meant that they were trying to hide something from him. They were arguing, even though they were trying to disguise the harshness in their voices. They probably didn't want him to know. That's why they had sent him off to the kitchen to make drinks-of course that's how he knew something was wrong, they wanted him out of the way, and that was why he was pressed to the wall around the corner trying desperately to overhear their quiet conversation. He always made terrible coffee…
"But why? I just don't understand!"
He peered carefully around the corner, careful to make sure he was out of sight of his two friends, to see the taller boy's eyes boring into the blonde, a look of anger perhaps? No, more confused, disappointed maybe?
The shorter boy pulled his arm briskly away from his friend's hand and turned away, facing the doorway. He quickly darted back behind the wall; his friends could not see him. They obviously didn't want him to know about this.
He could still hear the whispered answer of the blonde in the back of his mind. He still held that image.
"The only way to release the pain is to wash it all away"
The sound of metal hitting the floorboards awoke him from his thoughts as the knife landed after falling from his hand. A sort of peace washed over him, but still he felt unsure.
No.
He said this could make everything better.
After all… his friends were never wrong…
Ooh… I am evil… I feel so mean writing that now… oh well… Apologies again for the lateness of this chapter – hopefully the next one won't take quite so long to write – Toodles.
