Edge
They whisper around me.
Like I'm so oblivious.
I know what's going on. I know Dutchy loves me. I'd have to be dumb, deaf, blind, and stupid not to notice. But I also know I don't love him.
Don't get me wrong. I do love him, loved him since the minute I met him and will until I die. But I love him like a brother, a confidante. Not like someone I could spend the rest of my life with.
Not like he wants me to.
What really gets me is, someone does love him the way he wants me to. It's almost heartbreaking to see Snoddy trailing after Dutchy like a lovesick puppy.
Skittery's hurting because of this, too. He's less open about our relationship when Dutchy or Snoddy are around. All he does is take my hand, look guilty, and drop it.
I take the knife and make three slits across my wrist, one for each person I've hurt.
Dutchy, whom I can't love.
Snoddy, whose love I stole.
Skittery, whom I can't stay with.
They don't need to whisper now.
I can't hear them anymore.
~la fin~
Thus concludes the "Everything You Want" mini-arc. Both "Edge" and "Leave Him Behind" were written within a two-hour period today at work. No, I'm not depressed, but boredom + me = danger.