sleepyowlwrites:

there was daylight left, but you were already gone

last line tag! from a character study that (like every other time) is going to turn into a soup of emotions and practice for my ocs

from@writingamongther0ses@willowiswriting@myhusbandsasemni

“I wish you wouldn’t isolate yourself,” Vein says to Umber’s shoulder blades, to his collarbones, to his jaw.

“I wish you knew you belonged with us,” Vein says to Umber’s hands, his ribs, his cheekbones.

“I wish you didn’t keep running away from me,” Vein says to Umber’s bike, his bruises, his scuffed shoes.

Umber never answers, never acknowledges the words. He stares a little harder at whatever task is occupying him and never pauses to catch his breath. The days roll past without differentiation, the nights tick by in many agonies of sleepless dreams. Every minute is a nightmare, and every dawn a disbelief.

“I wish you would come back to me,” Vein says to Umber’s door, his bed, his cigarettes. “I wish you would come back to yourself.”

The moments are nonexistent, the hours drag their feet through the days. There is no discovery, nor relief. There is only an echo, and it is left wanting.

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