Remembered

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Envy sat back in his chair, his entire demeanor rearranging itself into something scared and nervous. What was it to be nervous about?  Amiec looked him over, his eyes taking in his distant expression and not really understanding why this was a big deal. Everyone talks about themselves. Some more, some less but everyone does. Why was this any different?

"Um... could you go first?" Envy asks quietly, his tone almost begging and Amiec figured that maybe he was just really, really nervous.

"All right. I was born in Greece. My father is Greek and my Dad was originally Greece but from France. My father had to visit for a work reason, met my Dad and ended up falling in love. Father had moved to be with my Dad in France and I was born there. We stayed as a family until my fifth-grade year. I don't remember too much about it but, we moved from there, here to Portsmouth due to some incident regarding bullying at our school. Father got a job that allowed him to put me in better schools where there were no Omegas "pulling shit " he called it." Amiec laughed a little. It was something his father liked to say often. The government was 'pulling shit', his new boss, the waiter, they were all 'pulling shit'. He barely noticed that Envy flinched at the remark and continued on.

"After the incident, I was brought here and have been here ever since. It's rather uneventful. Surely your story is more interesting." He concludes.

"What... incident?" Envy's voice was a monotone and Amiec looked at him with curiosity.

"Why? Didn't you hear?" He answered the question with his own question, suddenly suspicious of Envy's interest. He could hardly remember much about it, but a lot of people pointed fingers at him becaus- Oh... He remembered.

"I just wanted to k-"

"It was a boy in our school," Amiec cut him off, for fear of forgetting as quickly as he'd remembered. "A boy in our school. He was an Omega. This was before the mandate that separated them from us Alpha and Betas was put down. He was super quiet, sort of like you, and used to get picked on for having super pale skin." He looked at Envy's wrist on the table and glanced at his own tanned counterpart.

"I remember there were a lot of kids in my friend group that were teasing the Omegas in school. They called themselves the Alpha dogs and I didn't really want much to do with it. It was just kids being kids and they just teased them from time to time. I just hung around because my best friend I had grown up with was the bullheaded leader. And if no one could call him off, I could."

"Is that right." Another question disguised as a statement. Amiec was met with Envy's blank expression.

"Yeah, that's right. Anyway, he went too far one day and instead of just teasing the kid I told you about, he had asked me to grab something from the classroom and by the time I was out of earshot, he hit him. All my friends had just jumped this kid and I heard that he almost died or something. Because of that, it drove the council to put in the Omega Act, separating us all saying that the boy's pre-heat pheromones caused them to fight since we were too young to be aroused by it."

"I see." Envy's tone was terse and he sat up in his chair, back pressed flush against the wood. His expression had softened into one of slight sadness and as he rested his wrists on the arm of the chair, he added. "It must have been so hard for you. Is that why you moved?"

"It was. My Father was on the council and we had just gotten settled into this place where we were happy and comfortable and then bam. All my friends turned against me because they said it was my idea to do it to the boy. But, I wasn't even there. He had weird eyes. I mean..." Amiec quickly glanced over at Envy's placid expression and backtracked. "They weren't 'weird'. Just two different colours. Like yours. I thought it was actually cool, really. They were pretty."

"Did the council make you move?" Envy asked, ignoring his comment altogether.

"My Dad decided to go to Greece... he said he felt oppressed, being an Omega and my father said he wanted to stay here. They split up a while before we moved. I mean, I still go to visit Dad when I can. I love him, he birthed me. But, my father isn't happy about it. And we moved to where we are now." Amiec sighs, twisting in his chair to cross his legs, his fingers closing around a chilled glass of water Envy had brought him. He took a sip, letting the cold refresh his throat and turned to look at Envy.

"What about you?"

"I was born in France. I don't know exactly where..." Envy closed his eyes, pressing his hands together in his lap, almost as if steadying himself.

"Really? No one ever told you?" Amiec asked, astounded. Why wouldn't he know?

"We didn't talk about things like that." He opened his eyes and smiled a little, the expression not quite meeting his eyes. The distant purrs of the dishwasher in the background rose to the fore for a moment before the ambiance was broken with Envy's words.

"My fathers were an Alpha and Omega. My father didn't like my Dad at all. They were soul-bound and absolutely hated every breath of air the other took." His fingers laced amongst themselves and he exhaled. " When I was in younger, I was picked on. And there was this group that liked to bother me the most." Amiec suddenly had a sinking feeling in his stomach, one he couldn't shake as Envy finished his story.

"These guys would make fun of my size, calling me breadstick or baguette. They'd pull my hair, dump chalk on me and do all sorts of things to make my life a living Hell. One day..." Envy looks up sadly at Amiec, his hands apart and still in his lap. "...some kids decided to hit me. In the eye. And since the Omega Act was passed, I was looked at as a subject of hatred. Like it was my fault for being what I am. For being born. I ran away from home, and came to this school." He stood from his seat at the table, the shadows cast by the flickering candle darkening the hollows of his eyes and cheeks. Straightening, he steps away, turning his back to the window.

"I almost lost my sight that day." His voice is sad, soft and lingered in the air as Amiec watched him slowly walk away and disappear into his room.

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