Superhero...
Héctor lays on the bed in silence, a numbness overtaking him. He doesn't want it to be true, but he knows it is. He'll never get another chance to give a present to Ernesto, or see Ernesto looking him from behind the bars of the cell door. His arms crossed over his chest as he lays still, Héctor closes his eyes and tries to think of the last few times he saw Ernesto. He never siad anything to Héctor, and the past few days he didn't even look Héctor's way. The only movement from him started when Héctor turned away from him.
But he looked fine the past couple of days. How can Ernesto be okay and still be forgotten?
The light from the bedroom window catches Héctor's eye, but he feels too weary to close it. Instead he twists himself fully around to look out, catching sight of Ernesto's mansion in the distance, the faint light that Héctor can see coming from inside. Finally he finds it in him to walk over. But instead of closing the window, he gazes out, giving him a slightly better view.
It's as he continues to stare that another rush of memories from days before come to Héctor, and he startles, squeezing his hands to fists.
Ernesto might've looked okay the times Héctor had seen him, but he didn't act like it. Héctor recounts the ways that Ernesto's behavior seemed to shift. For one thing, their was a tiredness about him, and the few rare times Ernesto looked at him, his eyes would always be half closed. He would be slumped against the wall, curled up in the corner with his head dipped and turned away.
Weariness is one of the signs that someone is about to be forgotten. How could Héctor have missed that?
When Héctor greeted him, Ernesto didn't even give him his signature glare. He remained motionless until Héctor left.
Oh, Superhero.
Why did this have to happen? Héctor would rather have himself suffer than this. Ernesto doesn't deserve this. He already recieved enough punishment.
Héctor's eyes fill with tears again. He remembers when Ernesto was hit with a dpression, refusing to do some of his favorite things like play music or hang out with Héctor. When the depression started, and even when it ended, Ernesto changed. And for the worst, too.
And now this happens to you. Ay, Ernesto.
Héctor takes one last long look at Ernesto's mansion before stillness encases him again. He pulls the curtains over the window fiercely before laying down again. Closing his eyes, he lets himself drift off into uncomfortable sleep.
