❛ they might. but i wouldn’t. ❜ the words are pushed out by pain and
desperation. pain from the fact that his own brother thought he would push his
emotions and pain like they didn’t matter ; and desperation to try and reach
out, outstretch a hand to save him, give him something to hold on to, even when
he didn’t believe there was any point in it.
❛ we’re
brothers, ky, ❜ he mutters, syllables tainted by guilt over
the fact that he apparently hadn’t done enough to make ky believe that
connection still means anything. ❛ i’m on your side. ❜
It didn’t matter, not to him when the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He may have had Grant, but it didn’t mean much in reality —- not when Ky’lar was the one everyone expected more of. If not to keep himself together, it was to be the one that was more important, and truth be told, pushing aside emotions was a part that was needed.
He couldn’t be weak —- no matter what, Ky’lar couldn’t give into anything that would make him look worse than he already was. If he did that, he wouldn’t even be considered for anything, and this he contained everything inside until the perpetual breaking point.
❛ It doesn’t matter now. ❜ As long as they didn’t find out it would be fine — he would be safe. Just as long as no one knew about this and the thoughts that crossed his mind every time he got into a difficult situation or found an opportunity.
His own hands slipped into his back pockets : taking the hand would mean he wanted help and he didn’t. Not when the inevitable plunge was so close, but was ripped away this time at least.
❛ No one’s on my side. I learned that a very long time ago…. not even you. ❜ The reality was that Ky’lar didn’t mean the words — didn’t even mean for them to come out that harshly, but then again, there was no taking them back. Not now.