Waver
His eyes wavered; he lay on his bed unaware of the eyes watching him. He hadn’t even realised he had stolen his brother’s pillow… In his position his head rested on one while he hugged the other tight.
The world - no… His world - was falling apart. In the ideal place to live of Destiny Island, it took a ruthless slash at the brunet. His blue eyes wavered, being able to focus was growing difficult… and the tears that blurred his sight did not help…
His eyes wavered; he was losing hope and found him returning to the darkness that easily let him in. He felt the swivels of invisible black wrap its many arms around him and slowly he found comfort.
He closed his eyes; he remembered how he had been attacked by his own brother and how much he loved Riku…
He found his life to be unfair, but quickly realised…
He brought this onto himself.
He sat up, still hugging one of his pillows. He looked out the window, to the perilous moon. The moon was strong, it would shine bright, make all the darkness fade away. Not only that but it reached to others on its planet, illuminating dark corridors and alleys… Sora sighed, as dull as it sounded he wished he was as luminous as the moon.
“Sora…” A brunet walked in.
“Squall let me be…”
The brunet did the opposite of what he was asked; he took a seat on the mattress and looked at his little brother, “What's wrong?”
“Nothing.” The younger brunet wiped the tears away. He only began crying more, being able to hold in his tears were harder now.
The elder wrapped his arm around his brother and pushed Sora’s head into his chest, “Shh… its okay… tell me what's wrong…”
“I love him…” Sora squirmed, “But I broke his heart…”
Squall flinched. Him? “Slow down… who?”
“Riku…”
The elder one began to understand, it was true that the silver haired boy seemed to like Sora more than his own friends sometimes, but was it because he loved him? While he wanted to question Sora’s sexuality he knew it was not the time for it, “What happened?”
“Riku started telling me how much he loved me, and how much he needed me… and at the time I told him that there was no way I could feel love…”
“So you broke his heart?”
“Not just that…” The teenager dug his face into the chest. “He told me time and time again that I could feel, and that he really did love me… and I kept hurting him, I told him he was worthless, disgusting… filthy… and still he stood by me, telling me how much he cared for me. How much he wanted me to smile, even after I called him a homosexual freak and told him his parents left him and his brother because they hated him… he told me he loved me…”
Squall listened silently, he began rubbing the brunet’s back trying to give his little brother support.
“And this one time, just to make him hate me even more… I kissed him…”
“And?”
“I was going to give him a kiss and tell him he was a failure but the kiss… it was so much more than just a kiss, and once in the past five years I really did feel something…”
Squall’s eyes averted to the doorway where he saw Roxas listening but staying quiet as to not be detected or to intrude.
“And I know he felt it too… And I got mad at him for it, I started saying things that would really make him hurt and I wanted to see him cry… I did everything I could, and yet he still… still he loved me…”
“And what happened after that?”
“After that, I decided I would break him… I made all the things I said before seem like a walk in the park, I really aimed for where it hurt… I even talked about his brother, the one that packed up his things and left… I told him it was his fault for being so clingy and a terrible little brother… And how if Seph was my brother he would still be with me…”
Roxas froze at the doorway, he knew if anyone talked about Sephiroth… Riku might just burst into tears… “Did he cry?”
Sora was not surprised by his blond brother, “Yes… I saw his tears and I laughed at him… and after that he just told me, he loved me…”
Squall shifted, “So what was the finale?”
“I told him he was a pawn in my game, and I hurt him so many times just for my pleasure and a bit of entertainment…”
His blue eyes wavered; it couldn’t even turn to the moon… how bright it was shining… how crippled he was… The contrast was one a naked eye could see…
All he could do was waver his blue eyes from the cruel fate he lived.