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》𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎, 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹𝓎《
》𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉《
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"Say, what do you regret the most?"
Golden eyes widen, a bewildered expression on the face of the young boy. Red hair getting messed up even more than back then by the wind, falling into his eyes.
The sunlight shining on his face, making him seem even less human—extraordinary, like he didn't belong in this world.
In a mere matter of seconds his bewildered expression shifted into a gentle smile, calm, eyes crinkled and looking at Arlo with such affection held in them.
It was rare to see that expression on his face.
"That's unusual of you to ask, you never striked me as the kinda person who likes to talk about these things.", he leaned further onto the railing, overlooking the lively garden below him.
Arlo watched his kids run around, following a butterfly which was hidden beneath the flowers, the sun was about to set soon; golden sunrays giving it all a magical feeling.
It looked peaceful– happy, yet he couldn't stop the sinking feeling in his stomach.
He drinks the rest of the whiskey, bitter taste running down his throat, ice blue eyes burning with unshed tears in them.
"I guess, if you ask like that, one of my biggest regret was to never get stronger than you!", there was a grin on his lips s he said it before he burst into laughter, never taking his eyes away from him.
He wishes that Blyke had always been that way around him–or anyone for that matter– free, happy and simply... alive.
It was like he became an entirely new person when there was nothing troubling him.
"Just kidding, just kidding.", he was still grinning, yet it now felt forced.
"So, what do you actually regret?", he asks, exhaustion evident in his voice, he doesn'twant to joke around here. Not after all that happened.
Blonde hair falling in his eyes he looks back to his companion, Blyke seems nervous now, gripping his left arm while turning himself away from Arlo, he always makes his feelings so obvious.
He was about to drop it, turn his attention back to his children and stand there in silence on the balcony with his empty glass of whiskey, watching–always watching and never taking action.
"I guess–", a voice interrupts his thoughts, quiet and careful, as if he's afraid of what he'll say,"–I regret never having told you the truth. Maybe–", his voice cracks,"–if I had told all of you the truth, relied on you and not done my own shit things would've turned out differently. Maybe, I wouldn't have done what I did back then."
There's silence surrounding them, interrupted by the laughter of children and the chirping of birds, Arlo turns around, refilling his glass.
"So, what about you? What's your biggest regret?", golden eyes pierce through him, and Blyke seems distant again. Heart guarded and expression annoyed, as if he's still trying to hide his obvious feelings.
Arlo pauses, about to bring the glass up to his lips yet hesitates–like always–what if he hadn't hesitated back then?
"My biggest regret...? I guess... my biggest regret was never having realized that I cared about you until it was too late. Maybe, had I realized it sooner I could've saved you.", he closes his eyes, inhales the freah air before turning back to Blyke, eyes filled with regret, "Maybe you would still be alive if that was the case."
The sun sets and along with it Blyke disappears. All golden light and affectionate eyes gone, next to him all that is left is emptiness and a hollow heart.
Arlo moves the glass back up to his lips, and drinks.
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》𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎《
》𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈《
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