a funeral for a friend
Pollux had promised himself that he wouldn’t break down this time and yet this morning he found himself in the shower for over an hour, fully dressed. All his life he had been sure of one thing, that he was Castor’s twin brother. Then, in an instant, that had changed. He was no longer a twin and that had felt like dying. Like he had died. And he almost had. He almost had.
Then he realized he could still call himself a brother. He had a brother. But this morning when he woke up everyone was silently looking at him. He thought it was a joke at first but he was also an empath and the moment it hit him it was like feeling death all over again.
He was no longer Rory’s older brother because Rory was gone.
Now there would be a funeral. Another funeral for another brother.
He hadnt asked what happened, he hadn’t asked who was there or what could be done. He had simply felt it. He didn’t want to feel it anymore so he had thought that maybe if he took a shower, maybe if the water was loud enough, maybe if he spent enough time in there he would just... dissolve and he wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that his little brother was gone.
Maybe if he just stood perfectly still time would stop moving and he would just not feel.
Yeah, maybe he would just not feel.