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He’s quiet, you think.
He has been quiet for a while. You wonder if anyone has noticed it.
He used to be so angry, not the kind of explosive anger people expected of him. His anger was an all-encompassing storm in the darkest of nights, wiping everything in its path. His anger was also well-known, making people wary, but rarely ever seen. There was only one person who made him ever so angry. Rather, there was only the absence of one person that made him rage. Now, that that person is back…
…he’s quiet, you think again. Why do you not saying anything?
You hear the whispers. You know that things have been tremulous between him and his former brother. Yet, you no longer see him rage. You no longer see him hurt. You no longer see him…speak. No one does.
You know that he’s never been a man of many words, brusque and to the point. However, he has also never been the one to bury himself in his own swirl of thoughts.
Some people say it’s a sign of maturity. Others, it’s a sign of resignation. While others, it’s a sign of moving on from the past. You feel differently.
He looks sad, your heart whispers.
You want to see the rage, the energy that comes with the taste of thunder before the storm. You want to feel the bittersweet feeling of melancholy that comes after the heaviest rain.
He looks tired, your chaotic thoughts despair.
You want to wipe away that pained smile that colors his face during those rare moments when he thinks no one is looking. You want to wipe away the grimace that follows after with a faraway look in his eyes.
What do you see? Where do you go? You want to shake him and ask. Come back!
You want to hear that wry sense of humor and pointed commentary.
Are you alright? You want to ask as you hold his hand.
You loathe the moments when you can see him holding back, his expression perking up minutely before it drops away, eclipsed by the same expressionlessness and monotony that you never thought to associate with him before.
What are you thinking? You know I will always lend a shoulder, you want to assure as you hold him close.
You want to invite him for tea and ask him, to share every thought, feeling, story that he has. To offer comfort in any way that he will accept.
Do you have someone to look after you?
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Can I please be the one to take care of you? You want to scream and beg until your voice is hoarse, while also whispering promises of never leaving him.
But you know that’s silly. That it’s a mere dream. You no longer indulge in those after what having your head in the clouds have cost you.
Perhaps, in another lifetime where you’re not so broken, so tainted by your past sins. Where you have not hurt the people dearest to you. Where you are whole and capable of offering anything more than your pitiful admiration to someone who deserves the universe.
Perhaps, in another lifetime, you could both be happy. Where the time would align, and everything would fall into place. Where everything would be taintless and infinite.
Maybe, in another universe, you already are.