#arandormu

[varae-ver-you-are]

Lonely

Loneliness bit at him, chipping away at what was left of the persona he had taken on. Memories were fraught with pain and tears and the days seemed to stretch out like a long road leading nowhere. Twice now in his life, his happiness had been stolen from him at the hands of another, leaving behind the husk of a man that did naught but stare out the window in his bedroom.

Options had been laid before him, even one as drastic as taking his own life. What point was there in living when everything he loved was taken away from him at one point or another?

His burning eyes shifted from the vast orchard behind his home to the rafters in the ceiling. Quietly he calculated. Soon enough the night came and tears had come with it. Another night he would spend alone.

Thousands of years to wait for two happy ones and how long would it be again before another would come along? The future became painful for him to watch and caused him to shut his eyes to the possibility of joy.

He took a step onto the chair then kicked it out from under himself.

I’m free…

His hopes for a quick end had been snatched from him as a knife went through the cloth rope and his body fell to the floor, gasping for air, discolored at the throat from where the cloth had worn into his skin.

“You idiot!” Vaelios screamed, holding Varaelian close, “You big idiot.”

Varaelian could hear Vaelios’ choked sobbing as he held his brother, afraid to let go, “Vae?” He choked out, eyes barely open.

“You’re all I have too, you know.”