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Back and forth, Back and forth.
His vest tore as he was dragged against the terrain.
Easy from the start, Crowe was never the one to judge, so quick to mindlessly follow out the back of the school with a simple request.
But not dumb, quietly questioning. So when he tried to leave,
SMACK!
Down, down, came the axe. Right down on his shoulder. Down onto the floor and pull, pull against the floor.
The key swung from Sol’s throat, before twisting open the shed’s door.
Braided hair slipping from his pale fingers, so annoying. Tug, tug, tug until strands are ripped from the skin’s sockets, blood drenching the roots, the sound similar to paper ripping.
Shoved into a chair, tight ropes bounding him.
Back and forth, Back and forth. Sol paced, the bloody axe swinging at his side.
He clicked his tongue. “You said you don’t believe in god, right?”
Not one word, Crowe stays silent.
“I mean, I heard you say it on your little date,” He scoffed, running a hand down his chin, his finger digging into his own skin “Date. Such a… word. Of course no judgement! No, no no no. No judgement, Just wondering.”
“No, I don’t,” Crowe whispered, running tears cross his cheeks.
“HA!”
Sol barked a laugh, a grin as his hands twitched
“Samesies, I.. I don’t either, but! I like the concept.” Sol reaches up to his own mouth, biting his finger tip in between his teeth as he looks to the left and right. His teeth grate against his nail polish, black peeling off his nails.
“Did you know that Exodus is the most quoted passage in the Bible? Guy must be important,” He rolls his eyes with a shrug, his finger in between his lips.
“... What?” Crowe mumbled
“Nevermind. Just — … Exodus 20:15 Thou shalt not steal.”
“And… Exodus 21:16 And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death.”
“So where does that leave us?” Sol hums, crouching down in front of Crowe. Crowe bites his tongue as his arm aches.
“They are not your property, Sol —“ Blood drenches through his shirt as he mutters
“God, Shut up! You.. You don’t think I know that?” Sol scoffed in his face “What? You’re fucking better than me because you shoved your tongue down their throat?!”
Sol stands “No. No! Fuck that, You had your chance, I fucking told you.”
“Sol, please, I won’t go near them again.” Crowe pleaded, his own words sounding ill to his own stomach as he cries such pretty tears.
“We both know you’re lying… cause you love them right?” A huff, axe tightening against Sol’s palm as it grows to feel lighter and lighter.
“You want the truth?” Crowe mumbled, looking up as his braid loosened with every movement.
“There’s no point in that shit, Crowe, You’re not leaving here alive.”
“I’d do anything to see them again,” His breath stutters
A pause. Sol only nods.
“You really should have listened to me the first time,” He hums, straightening his posture as he grips the axe tighter.
“I’ll never regret loving them,” Crowe lets out a wet chuckle, a slight gurgle as blood drains from his veins. “Why would I?”
Sol shakily exhales through his nose as he clenches his jaw
“You ready to die for them, Crowe?”
“If it means I get to always keep them in my heart?”
“Yeah. I think I am.”
His head came clean off, not needed a second hit.
But when Crowe’s life poured out of him, a familiar face watched him, he forced himself to keep his eyes on those with every ounce of life he could hold.
‘ It’s you, ‘
And even when it went dark, those eyes still kept a lingering light.
‘ I don’t regret a thing. ‘
Words left unsaid as Sol’s desperate pleas fill the room. Crowe never felt how your blood felt against his.
‘ Not one bit. ‘
Even when your light went out, it still could be heard.
No witnesses.