Saturday, September 19, 2009

part 0, chapter 6

“It’s hopeless!” he muses to himself, seeing his terrified eyes in the bathroom mirror. The fluorescent lights are singing, and the chatter from outside can’t be heard.

he’s starting to panic. and claude’s trying, oh how he’s trying, but they both know how it’s going to end. he loses himself in their last day. 

charlie knew too well that he shouldn’t ever go back, but he did, and he had, and it seemed like he never wanted to stop. that perfect day under the cold october sun, and all the time they had spent caught up in each other.

above all, he remembered how lovely he looked that day. and how lovely he felt. it was something he never wanted to leave behind.

but he realizes then, in his last moments of life, that claude looked lovely then too.

he’s awake. he can hear the wind roaring in his ears, the waves crashing against the shore. the sky is a deep blue above him. and the metal embedded in his chest hadn’t gone away.

it’s then that he sees it, the man starting into the water, his dark hair clinging to his neck and his shirt showing the outline of his gaunt body. charlie’s getting up, ignoring the red cascading from him, the pain. 

he stumbles across the sand, meeting the sea and continuing onward though his whole body is shaking. the man a few feet in front of him stops short. he turns, taking him in and seeing the blue ocean turning red around him.

“charlie?” he asks, looking absolutely shattered. tears start to roll down his cheeks.

“i’m going to stay.” he says. he’s beginning to feel cold. his body is shutting down. he wants to say more but the sky and the sea start to look the same, blurring together into bright blue, white, and then nothing.

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