Some things go best unsaid. This was all that Liam could tell himself as he lay there, in bed, staring up at the ceiling. But if they’re unsaid- He sat up. Sky… Standing, he silently crept up to Skilar’s bedroom door and opened it, looking at Skilar’s sleeping form. He’s so happy...so, so happy. If only he knew- But he can’t know. I won’t tell him. I’m not ruining his innocence...no… I can’t let what happened to him happen to me. Glancing over at the door that led outside, he wondered whether he’d ever manage to avoid watching Skilar walk-no, storm-through it in a rage so powerful that- That he’d never come back. That he’d vanish. “Liam?” Skilar asked, sitting up. … Liam still remembered that night. And now, he felt as if his fears were coming true. “You told me that you-you didn’t-you wouldn’t!” Skilar spat furiously, his hand on the doorknob. “You said that the last person you-you-hurt-was to bring me back! And you said that would be it!” “Skilar, listen-” “How could I ever think of you as family? You lied!” “I-” “STOP TALKING.” At this, Liam flinched, shrinking back despite being taller than most. “You’ve only caused harm after I was brought back. It’s been ten years-I thought you’d stop so long ago…” “Skilar, please…” Liam begged weakly, “...where did you go?” “Nowhere.” Skilar’s cold tone shook Liam to the core. “But I still don’t think John’s ever left your mind.” Taking a submissive step back, Liam watched his brother, the boy he’d tried so hard to raise right, scowl at him. Sometimes he wondered why it took so long for him to break, but that instant shattered him like glass. Thin, brittle glass. “You’re no brother,” Skilar hissed, “You’re a coldhearted, demonic beast.” At this, a grin tore into Liam’s tear-stained face. “...say it again, Skilar.” “You heard me!” “...Spread salt into the wounds again, Skilar-” Skilar managed to scowl even more, but the damage couldn’t be worsened...it was over. Liam was broken. And it hurt in a coldly pleasing way.
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