landon
i made the attempt
to bang on your door for the fifth time
once more.
i was stunned, flabbergasted,
that your door opened;
more so,
when instead of your face i
was met one with your eyes
and shade of hair.
your brother stared back at me
with his jaw clenched and chin
high above.
i nodded and didn't bother to
fake a smile, "bradley."
"she's not here landon."
"then i'll wait." simple.
he laughed bitterly,
"not necessary."
"it's not your decision," i said
through gritted teeth while
wiggling my fingers instead of
closing them into fists.
his eyes took notice upon
my fisted hands and he shook his
head.
"and brooke thinks you've changed,"
he laughed breathlessly.
i inhaled and exhaled heavily through
my nose, counting from ten to one,
backwards in my head.
he was testing my patience, that i knew.
he was trying to prove a point
and i wasn't going to latch onto his bait.
"i was so close to showing up at
that gig of yours, punch you like you
punched her," he shook his head,
"but of course brooklyn fought me."
he laughed and tilted his head to the
side, replaying the night in his head.
"you could do it now," i mused,
"nothing's stopping you."
his eyes brighten and he grins,
"we both know brooklyn is stopping it."
i glanced back at the elevator then
to bradley, "tell her i came by."
he opens the apartment door and
shakes his head, "i wont be doing that."
"you're trying to protect her,
that i understand, but it's between us."
"imagine you have a sister and she
shows up at your doorstep with a black eye
and bruised cheek,"
he spits and i wince, thinking back to
the night when everything fell apart
on the beach and got swept away in
the waves.
"what would you do?"
i thought about it and shook my head.
there were many things that i'd do but
not one that i could admit allowed, knowing
the thoughts i had were exactly his own
perceptive of myself.
shooting bradley a glare i shook my head,
it was useless. he was getting what he wanted;
a fight from me. "forget it," i growled turning
away and stalking down the hallway.
"not just her," he said stepping out
into the hallway, "i'm not just protecting her"
he continued, "both of you...
you're both a mess separate and
a wreck together."
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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'.
