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My heart races. Everything in the world seems so fucked up. Because it is, right? Why else would something this horrible happen to someone as precious as Liam? I can’t handle it.
I just want all the pain to stop. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
My feet drag over leaves as I make my way through the forest. It’s pitch black out now. I pull my phone out and check the time. Nine o’clock.
Shit.
If I’m not back by ten, James will get a phone call. If I don’t go back or answer the phone, he’ll probably fly out here again.
I click through our texts from earlier and frown.
James: Don’t worry about the price. Seriously, remember that promotion I was telling you about? Well, I got it. And you never asked me about the industry I work in. Harlow is just one of our many facilities.
Wynn: You swear it’s okay? I don’t want to be a burden. I’m sorry I’m such a mess.
James: I swear. Love you.
Wynn: Love you too. Thank you for never giving up on me.
James: You’d do the same for me. I know it. :) Get better so we can take another trip to Ireland and get drunk.
Wynn: I’ll try my best.
I don’t deserve a brother as kind as James, but I appreciate him more than words could ever say.
You are loveable. You aren’t a monster. You don’t have to die.I drill myself with words that don’t sink in very deep.
I try ones that do.Do it for James. For Lanston and Liam.
Do it… for yourself.
I continue walking until I reach an opening in the forest. My eyes widen. It’s the moonflower field. They’re wilting from the cold now, but some are still flowering this close to death. I’m glad I got to see their last full bloom before the plummet.
I walk to the center and fall to my knees.
Then I cry.
Why did this happen to Liam? Why can’t we tell anyone? Why won’t he get help?
I fist the flowers, covered in a light layer of frost, and drop my head. The sky starts to cry along with me and freezing rain meets my skin.
Why is the world so cruel?
So unfair and disturbing with dark, wicked souls surrounding us.
“Wynn?”
My entire body seizes at Liam’s voice. I slowly lift my head and look up at him, hoping it’s too dark and wet for him to see my tears and desperate eyes.
A long cut runs from the tip of his jaw to his ear. Blood mixes with the rain and stains his white undershirt red. He looks like he’s dissociating, staring long and hollowly at me. The kind of stare one has when not a single thought is fluttering through their mind.
“Liam?” I choke out his name. I can’t manage any more words. My heart hurts. My soul hurts. His brows pull together more as he focuses back on me, back from wherever his mind whisked him away to.
He hurt himself again, and it’s my fault. I yelled at him and bit him and acted like a psychopath.
“Hey, what’re you doing out here?” he says wearily, sinking to his knees in front of me. His eyes are dark and sunken. I’ve never seen him look this physically poor. He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tightly, desperation pulling at his tone like a broken man. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
Is he asking literally or figuratively? Leaving, as in packing my shit and running? Or as in killing myself?
