A Long Night :Zeke:
Apr 30, 2014 19:23:09 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 19:23:09 GMT 1
It was an abnormally cold and dark night and inevitably it made Alex lonely. He started off just fine; talking to a yearmate about final exams, speculating on their summers - something he had to completely tone down into, "I'll probably just hang out with my brother, study a little," - and what their last year would be like. But he really didn't have much in common with the other boy and it had been a short conversation. Next he'd distracted himself by reading, checking over his homework, a hot shower, and trying to sleep; none of it had worked. Curled up in his giant bed, all he could think about was home.
When he was little he'd been afraid of the dark. He couldn't go to his parents, so he'd always gone to his brother instead. Even when he was a child and his brother still hated him Ashton had always offered comfort when Alex was scared. Thinking about that had led to thinking about his brother in general, which lead to him realizing how very much he missed the older boy. He knew he'd get to see him soon but it had already been so long.
All these thoughts were making him unbearably lonely and he couldn't stand just laying in bed anymore. He slid out from under the blanket, stepping lightly on the floor, and quietly made his way to the common room. It was empty, as he'd expected it would be. He took a seat by the fire, curling his bony legs to his chest, and resting his arms on them. He tipped his head back against the couch, eyes closing briefly against the bright light of the fire, before he began watching it. With the red-orange-yellow flames dancing before him it was hard to be sad or lonely or really anything but completely enchanted by the flames. He was so consumed in watching them that he didn't even notice when night passed into morning and another person entered the room.
When he was little he'd been afraid of the dark. He couldn't go to his parents, so he'd always gone to his brother instead. Even when he was a child and his brother still hated him Ashton had always offered comfort when Alex was scared. Thinking about that had led to thinking about his brother in general, which lead to him realizing how very much he missed the older boy. He knew he'd get to see him soon but it had already been so long.
All these thoughts were making him unbearably lonely and he couldn't stand just laying in bed anymore. He slid out from under the blanket, stepping lightly on the floor, and quietly made his way to the common room. It was empty, as he'd expected it would be. He took a seat by the fire, curling his bony legs to his chest, and resting his arms on them. He tipped his head back against the couch, eyes closing briefly against the bright light of the fire, before he began watching it. With the red-orange-yellow flames dancing before him it was hard to be sad or lonely or really anything but completely enchanted by the flames. He was so consumed in watching them that he didn't even notice when night passed into morning and another person entered the room.
