❛ you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are. ❜
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
It had leaked, one of the cracks, he almost could imagine it. The rage leaking out, pouring out from a crack he imagined formed across his face. Almost like blood, he imagined it pouring down, that rage, drenching the rest of his front. But it was much redder, it burned and glowed as it trickled down his body. Oakley couldn't let go of that anger. His twin couldn't tame it. His little sister tried. But all he was capable of doing was hurting others. He just wanted to be safe, he wanted to go back to the way it was. He wanted to be loved. But his family abandoned him. Leaving him to die at Brennen's hands, filled with heartbreak, abandonment, and overall the eternal rage that he imagined dripping from his skull now, never-ending.
He was red. Full of wrath, needing to avenge the boy he once was. He had to make those who played a hand in all that he suffered suffer in return. But as this person stood in front of him, his twitching undead corpse calmed a bit. Another break formed, the thing the rage protected in him. That eternal sadness. That young boy who kept sobbing in his head, crying out for his family to save him from the prison they sent him to die in. The boy who just wanted to be saved. His eyes welled up then, dark, and cold, still, but the water still managed to form, pouring down his eyes, the twitching became a tense shake as his sadness now flowed from the new crack, this one formed over his chest, blending with the imagined red that continued to pour. The blue of it creating a purple.
Oakley blinked before bringing his hands up to his face, trying to wipe away those stupid tears, the weakness that was erupting from just a few stupid words he was waiting a lifetime to hear. Or, at the very least, it felt like that “You don't mean that. You will hate me too. Just like everyone else does.” Love was not for the dead. He knew those who mourned the dead, only did so for the loss of what could have been. Yet, here he was, dead, still here, and his family still could not look at what they had done. He was a punishment, that's why he was brought back to life, a reminder of the sins they committed to him. He could not break and be sad. But still, these words broke that trance, dropping his head into his arm he sniffled “You will be just like everyone else, don't say stupid things like that...I'm not worth it...”