“Lucius, quit. It!”
He continued to read a book on the dazzlingly white couch in his library as she continued to transform into her devilish side. Things haven’t been the best in the house as of late, and they both knew it, and they both despised it. For the first time, Lucius was in the wrong.
“Why should I? I didn’t do anything wrong. I just spoke my mind and I am entitled to do so, don’t you think?”
“Never, should you ever say that to me.”
“I’m not a child…” he scoffed before lowering his glasses before she snatched them, broke them in half like twigs, and chucked them into the trash–this time she actually made it into the basket. He was absolutely appalled.
“They’re fake, darling.”
“They were given to me by you…” he smirked as to invite her to a heated discussion.
“And you can tell how much time I spent making them…”
“And you can tell how much I really do wear them…”
They continued to banter until a brooding man with blond hair and freckles everywhere stood in the door frame and waited patiently with an acquiescent manner. They both stopped simultaneously and whipped their heads to him. Of course, as always, the vocal one took it upon herself to walk over there slowly and in a not-so-inviting manner.
“Yo–pepperoni face–what possessed you to arrive late?”
“Um… Miss… I came to give you this.” he abruptly handed her a stiff, pastel blue envelope. She noticed his soft handle on it as she ripped it from his hands. Her eyes surveyed him and his submissive behavior before scoffing and letting her eyes raid the document. She threw it back at him and waved him to go.
“What was that for”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Really? This is quite immature of you…”
There was a silence. During, they both had heavy breathing yet tried to keep a good front. Lucius’s hands rubbed against the paper allowing the perspiration on his palms to slide to and fro on the pages of his book he stopped reading a while ago. In this moment of nothingness, all of their anger turned to dust.
“I just wanted you to think of me. That’s all.” he finally stated.
“You don’t go about expressing that by communicating that I’m a desperate whore.” There it went. The blurred vision came back and the both of them kept their magnificent front on for the other. The stares shared between them made the angels cry as they finally stood in the same room without yelling for a few minutes.
“What was your reason, if I may ask of you, sister.”
“I was pushed so far to the point I no longer cared.”
Both of them continued to try, but they both whipped their faces away from each other. Both of them had a single tear that dropped from a single eye. This tear was built up and the sheer emotion they poured from that single tear was heart-wrenching. That tear had so much passion in it that it hardly touched skin on their cheek. This tear, for Lucius, fell almost right to the inner part of his knee where he allowed to separate away from the other while sitting; it swayed to the side when he turned where the sole of his foot almost touched his inner right thigh. For Amaris Adonai, it fell straight to the floor along with all the rest of her sanity and confidence. This moment changed the both of them indefinitely. They could no longer hold it together and silently suffered the choking agony of their despair. The terrible twos became a pathetic one in an instant, but they will never regain the love they once shared. Too much has happened and they both know it. Lucius is fully aware of his desperate attempt to satisfy his hidden ego he usually “keeps at bay”. Amaris is finally able to conquer her real emotions and to understand what to do with them. Her mommy issues and his daddy issues no longer mattered. They have now fallen. What once they thought was embers is now suffocating, dry smoke clouding their vision of the future.
“What are you thinking?” his voice was lower and shakier than usual. His face still wasn’t faced towards hers.
“I have the unchained privilege of finally walking away…” she stared blankly at the door frame.
“And why might you wish to do so?”
“To be free.”
“I see…” his eyes shut and two tears came down on his left cheek and three on his right like a waterfall. She waited there for a few minutes. There was a silence that was thick enough to engulf her in a sort of darkness. She reminisced a dreamscape of what it once was and what the future could have held for them. Everything involved laughing and unison. They don’t share that anymore. They can’t possibly share that. She has finally had enough. He has orchestrated this behavior by letting it go. She was unaware of herself and so was he. In the interest of saving her, he has proved to have pushed her into danger. He was her rock–always has been. He was the lonely boy in the hallway who used to draw pictures to relay his thoughts. These pictures were so eloquent, yet delicate. Her vision focused on one bright spring day:
‘What is this drawing, Lucius?’
‘It’s terrible isn’t it… I’m not yet done…’
‘No! It’s so… delicate… what does this piece describe?’
In her vision, she remembered seeing his proud and lively eyes–they could have screamed what he said in response:
‘This is you.’
Her consciousness shifted back and she had hoped he was gone. Unfortunately, when she looked behind her, she saw him in the same fixed position. This time, she didn’t give in to the torture. This time, she opened her broken wings and attempted to fly anyway.
“Let’s not allow this to happen again in our next life.”
One step at-a-time, she flapped her wings. One step at-a-time, she regained her freedom through that door that once caged her. One step at-a-time, she released all the pent up anger from the years prior. She started to smile because he was finally silent–she finally conquered the beast. To her original dismay, she first noticed then accepted his comforting response as if it was a gentle breeze helping her gain the lift to fly with her battered wings:
“Forever and always, sister.”