Slivers
The hands of the clock, once more, move
The blood red moon glistens in the night
Making merry, ignoring the doom
Then later, they die
A masquerade of feelings
The masks of fear
And the faces of regret
The beeps of machines, the drops of medicine, and the abnormal shade of white. It's what littered the room Lukas was in. It is really shocking to find him like this. Weak and half-dead. As if wanted to die.
No! I will not allow! This will not be! There will be no more casualty, for no one's hands! Tino looks at me with significant fear. Peter stands unmoving, quite shocked from the news. Losing an uncle, he already can't handle. What about two?
Waiting for Lukas to wake up, a doctor goes in the room, checking his status. The doctor, saying bluntly, that he would wake up later on, if not today, at the most tomorrow morning. Somehow relieved of the news, we waited.
While waiting, Tino approached me, asking me about Lukas. I told him all I knew, for I cannot lie to him. Lukas is also important to our family. We can't allow him to die.
A few hours later, Lukas begins to stir on his bed. Startled, Tino rushes to his side, panicking and mother-henning him. As I look at the situation, it seems as if, somehow, I'm quite relieved. Maybe it's because Lukas woke up from his little slumber.
The only thing to do is to ask him personally about what happened. I'm not sure how to pry the information out of him, but I need to. In order to fix this family.
The moment I deemed it favorable for me, I politely asked Tino to leave, telling him to wait for a while because I need to have a little chat with Lukas. He reluctantly obliges and tells Peter to go with him outside, to wait.
Now that we were alone, I asked him what happened and all that he could do is look away. As if he wanted to die. Noticing his actions, I wanted to scream. To scream at him for being a fool. We already lost someone, and we can't lose another. We're already too dysfunctional to begin with, and now that the seams unwove, I can't allow the seams to tear.
Asking him once again, with a tone so poisonous, enough to kill a country with a few drops. He just mutters something that sounds like a wanting. I can't seem to comprehend his actions. Until I heard the last word of his muttering. In disbelief and bewilderment, I asked him why. It seems that Lukas loved Mathias all along.
Understanding his sorrows, I said sorry to him, for not understanding, and slightly hug him. It seemed like he needed it, so I gave him the satisfaction. Deeming the ambiance of being too sad, I asked him of Tino and Peter can come in now, and he nodded.
Opening the door, I signaled Tino and Peter to come in. In an instant, Peter rushes to Lukas' side, asking him so many things. Instead of making Peter suffer more, Lukas lied by saying that he had a small accident at home that somehow became worse.
Believing Lukas, Peter somehow was relieved too. Somehow, I managed to sigh with relief. At least Lukas is safe, and I can still make this family whole.
After the Never-Ending night
Comes the glistening of stars
Devoid of either the sun or the moon
We're stuck in the middle of two
Time Skip
It's been a year since Lukas attempted suicide, and everything went smoothly after that. Deciding that too much distance is quite destructive for us, we decided to live in Stockholm. Lukas has somehow gotten back to his old self, forcing Emil to call him "Big Brother", while Emil has somehow gotten out of his shell and plays with Peter every now and then.
Meanwhile, Tino has become more cheerful from now. Trying his best too, he tries to keep the family together by having picnics and trips everywhere.
As for the other nations, they did find out about Mathias, as much as I don't want them to know. Consoling us, they helped us get back on our feet. I'm quite thankful for their help. At least they can understand the feeling of losing someone dear.
Somehow, it's all back to normal. Sure when Mathias' death anniversary came, we were all sad. But we all understood that we can't keep dwelling in the past. Promising ourselves that we won't forget our dearest brother, we decided that every now and then we visit his house and stay there for a while. Since that's the only place we feel that his presence still lingers, we openly accepted that we need to somehow relive him.
Also, about the diary, it's safely hidden in our house. It's our only memento of Mathias, and we can't afford to lose it. Safeguarding it in a glass cabinet, it reminded us of how we should be united, amidst our problems.
Right now, as I am narrating to you, Peter's happily playing with some kids in the neighborhood, Tino's happily cooking some lunch, Lukas is enjoying his time with Emil, and Emil's somehow happy with his brother.
And I'm happy enough that the family is somehow okay, and hoping for more good things to come our way, and for Mathias to watch us wherever he may be.
Successfully rewriting the libretto
The True End appears
Resurfacing to reality
With hopes and blessings to unfold
A.N.: Hello, and welcome to the epilogue of Shattered! I know it's quite early to end this, but it felt like I should end it. Now I'm gonna wait for ideas to strike my mind for the final part of the series, and I'm hoping that you guys can help me!
Please don't forget to read and review!
~LoverOfTragedies