Megan the Insane (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} terioncalling) wrote,@ 2007-09-12 02:24:00 |
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| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion |
| Entry tags: | 50 prompts, drabble, erik, james, original, sarah, writing |
4/50: Words That We Couldn't Say
I'm sorry.
The words - those damnable words! - choked in his throat. He wanted so badly to say them, to give her some response but his tongue seemed to swell in his mouth and his throat closed up. They just wouldn't come out.
Maybe...maybe because he wasn't sorry deep down.
She stared at him for a long moment, her expression going from hopeful to downcast as he stood there in self-enforced silence. Her eyes, dark pools he could drown in, flickered with tears and he found himself reaching up to brush them away. But she stepped back out of his reach and that movement cut him to the core as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
She knew he hated to see her cry.
"So," she managed to say after a moment, her voice choked with pain, "this is it."
He stared blankly for a moment then managed a nod. Still his mouth refused to make the sounds he wanted to say.
No! he wanted to cry. No, this isn't what I want!
Or was it? He didn't know anymore...
"If you don't say something this instant, I'm leaving, Erik. And you'll never see me again."
God, no! Please, please, let me do something! Anything! Some noise of some kind that will make her stop!
But his mouth refused and she bowed her head, turning her back on him. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and say that this wasn't what he wanted but he couldn't. Something just wouldn't let him.
"Okay then," she said softly. "G-goodbye, Erik."
With that she walked away, out the open doors of the parlor and...and out of his life entirely. He'd lost her.
"Heheh," hissed a voice by his ear then. "May you always remember the words you couldn't say. Is 'I'm Sorry' really such a horrible thing to utter?"
"Yes," Erik managed to croak then, his eyes focused on the spot where his Sarah has been. He barely even registered that the sadistic voice by his ear was his brother - ever jealous, ever loathing, ever the plotter. "It is really a horrible thing to say."
There was a breath's pause then he turned, his fist smashing across his younger brother's face with a satisfying crack of flesh against flesh, bone against bone. James stared up at him with fury in his eyes, words of pain-causing Power on his lips, but Erik just held his battered hand to his chest and stared blankly into space. Then he looked down and even the sadistic James paused at the sheer emptiness in his sibling's gaze.
"Yes," Erik said softly. "It is."
The words - those damnable words! - choked in his throat. He wanted so badly to say them, to give her some response but his tongue seemed to swell in his mouth and his throat closed up. They just wouldn't come out.
Maybe...maybe because he wasn't sorry deep down.
She stared at him for a long moment, her expression going from hopeful to downcast as he stood there in self-enforced silence. Her eyes, dark pools he could drown in, flickered with tears and he found himself reaching up to brush them away. But she stepped back out of his reach and that movement cut him to the core as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
She knew he hated to see her cry.
"So," she managed to say after a moment, her voice choked with pain, "this is it."
He stared blankly for a moment then managed a nod. Still his mouth refused to make the sounds he wanted to say.
No! he wanted to cry. No, this isn't what I want!
Or was it? He didn't know anymore...
"If you don't say something this instant, I'm leaving, Erik. And you'll never see me again."
God, no! Please, please, let me do something! Anything! Some noise of some kind that will make her stop!
But his mouth refused and she bowed her head, turning her back on him. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and say that this wasn't what he wanted but he couldn't. Something just wouldn't let him.
"Okay then," she said softly. "G-goodbye, Erik."
With that she walked away, out the open doors of the parlor and...and out of his life entirely. He'd lost her.
"Heheh," hissed a voice by his ear then. "May you always remember the words you couldn't say. Is 'I'm Sorry' really such a horrible thing to utter?"
"Yes," Erik managed to croak then, his eyes focused on the spot where his Sarah has been. He barely even registered that the sadistic voice by his ear was his brother - ever jealous, ever loathing, ever the plotter. "It is really a horrible thing to say."
There was a breath's pause then he turned, his fist smashing across his younger brother's face with a satisfying crack of flesh against flesh, bone against bone. James stared up at him with fury in his eyes, words of pain-causing Power on his lips, but Erik just held his battered hand to his chest and stared blankly into space. Then he looked down and even the sadistic James paused at the sheer emptiness in his sibling's gaze.
"Yes," Erik said softly. "It is."