Beautiful In His Sight (BXB)

Wrench

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***Dek's POV***

Out of nowhere, life throws you a wrench. I should know this. I do actually. I know it, all too well.

I shouldn't be surprised.

But, that doesn't change the fact that I am.

I'm supposed to be enjoying a relaxing night at Uncle Ian's.

Tomorrow's the big day.

My mind is a thousand strands of thread thrown at the bottom of a drawer. I can't even begin to unravel what is eating at my soul.

I just know, right now, I am feeling less than whole.

Uncle Ian is acting out a scene from a movie. Which one? No clue. I am honestly not participating.

My heart hurts. There is a death grip on my lungs that won't help me gasp for breath.

My eyes burn. I swear I can feel the sting of leaking tears.

I scan the room. The people around me are laughing and joking. Aunt Molly is in hysterics. I want to feel what they are feeling.

I just can't.

I quietly stand from my seat. I make my way towards the door. I need air. I need big, huge gulps of fresh air.

My heart can't take the weight of whatever is sitting on my chest. It might explode. At this rate, it might as well.

"Dek." I hear Uncle Ian. He wraps his arms around me and I don't hesitate to fall into his comforting embrace.

"What's wrong, slugger?" Uncle Ian lays his head gently on my head. His hand makes its way to the back of my neck and he clasps my head firmly to his chest.

"Something. I don't know. I feel lost. Suddenly, I feel so fucking broken." My tears slowly stroll down my cheeks.

"Come on." Uncle Ian wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean against him as we walk.

"We will be back." Uncle Ian puts his hand up to halt Aunt Molly's intrusion.

"Okay. Call me if you need me." Aunt Molly pats my arm as we walk past her.

"Where are we going?" I ask while getting into the passenger seat of his truck.

"Somewhere, you can find yourself." Uncle Ian softly tells me. I nod in acceptance.

I let my head fall against the window and Uncle Ian plays Revelation softly in the background.

"That's a masterpiece." I whisper in a statement.

"Yeah, Buddy. Troye knows where it's at." Uncle Ian turns the truck off and I realize we have made it to our destination.

I slowly get out of the truck. I know this place. I'm not sure I want to be here. Or anywhere.

We walk in silence as we approach the spot. Uncle Ian kisses my forehead and quietly walks away.

I rub my arms. I feel cold abruptly. I sit down with a thump. I pull my knees to my chest and lower my head in between them. Cold swirls around me.

This hurts.

"I don't come here often. I'm sorry." I admit to the granite platforms in front of me.

"I'm not sure why. I just don't." I feel ashamed.

***Elik's POV***

"Elik." I answer Uncle Ian's call.

"You busy buddy?" He asks softly. I can tell I won't be busy for long. His voice is haunted.