brooklyn
"i saw him," i mumbled
keeping my eyes focused on the canvas in front of me.
"we had lunch," i added tilting my head to the left side,
glancing downward at my palette then back up.
bradley sighed and shook his head,
"i'm not even going to say it."
"please don't."
"i don't get it," he said breathlessly shaking his head,
standing and moving so he was behind the canvas.
"what's there not to get?" i asked, dipping my brush
into the navy blue and mixing it with the cream
white, then placed it on the canvas, sliding it horizontal.
"he hurt you," he swallowed, "really bad, you said he
was like dad, that's not someone you welcome back
with wide open arms, brooklyn."
my grip tightens around the angled brush, the straight
light blue line now slightly crooked. i frowned at the
canvas but more so at my brothers words. it took
months to get over the night at the beach on the tower
with landon.
the look in his eye, the way the vein throbbed on
the side of his forehead, the feel of his knuckles
against my cheek, burned my skin to this day,
often, haunting me in the mirror and while i slept.
shaking my head from the memory, i bit my lip
squinting at the canvas to regain my focus.
"you're distracting me," i sigh.
bradley chuckled, "you're ignoring me."
placing my palette and brush down on the table beside me,
i made eye contact with my brother, "it was only once,
things change."
"things like that don't change, brook..."
i could feel my eyes heavy from the need of wanting
to burst into tears at the thought of the walls that
came tumbling down. letting out a nervous breath,
i looked at my brother, mentally begging myself to
not break down in front of him.
"they do," i whispered, "they change."
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maybe, someday
Romance❝Perhaps we'll meet again when we're better for each other.❞ © tilmorning. The fourth and final installment, following the stories: 'something' , 'where we fell' , and 'intoxicated'.
