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Hey guys!
So, today I was bored at school, so I wrote a random scene that would take place in book four of the book series I will get around to writing someday
For some context, the characters are both like 18, but they've been through a LOT in the past books. And going through all of that as just teenagers... gave them some serious trauma. The two of them are really close, and this scene would take place after they haven't seen each other for a while. The guy (Aytun) is basically having an existential crisis, and before this, he mentions that he wishes he could go back to being the sweet, innocent boy he was before any of this happened.
It's a little dramatic, but it just came to me and I thought I should write it down before I forget, so I hope you like it
(Also, this might be slightly inspired by the Mental Health club)
Spoiler“I want things to go back to the way they were.”“I know. But that boy...” Aytun heard Bea take in a deep breath, and turned to face her. But her own face was rigid, her gaze focused on the distance. “That boy didn’t go through all that you went through. He didn’t survive what you did. That boy...” A silence, and Aytun knew that Bea wasn’t now speaking only for him. “That boy is dead. He didn’t make it.” A silent tear, trickling down Aytun’s skin. “But you... you did. Tell me,” Bea finally looked at him, and her face was wet with tears as well. “Who is stronger? That little boy, that thought the world was perfect? Or you, a warrior. You...” Bea choked up a little, and Aytun waited. He felt his own weight begin to rise in his chest, up his throat, but he didn’t make a sound. He just sat there, and listened. “You saved me when no one else would. You saw something in me. I’m here because of you. You’re amazing, Aytun. You’re a miracle.”...Bea was sobbing shamelessly now. It came in a wave, suddenly overwhelming her and tearing up and down her body. The weight suddenly came back, pushing her under, drowning her. All the things she had hid away. The massacre at the plains. The years of war and bloodshed. Even the fire that night, when it all began. They all returned, and she sobbed.And then, suddenly, a new weight arrived. It wrapped around her shoulders, and fell against her newly washed hair. Aytun had wrapped his arm around her. He leaned his head against her own, and it took her a second to realize he was sobbing too. Their bodies rose and fell together, and this time, Bea didn’t try to hide her demons. She let them run free, wracking her body, tearing it apart from the inside. She let them consume her. The two sat there, together. Broken. Breaking. They let the pain, the hurt, the nothing wash over them. And let the tears wash it all away....Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Aytun managed to choke out a response amid the tears. It was weak, and his voice cracked halfway through.“I miss that boy.”“Me too.”
