Words are lightly spoken ...
Laughter broke throw the morning stillness as two children, brother and sister, raced to
their favorite tree, giggling behind their hands at the smaller dark haired boy that tried to
keep up with them. They scrambled up the knarled old oak like monkeys, leaving the younger
boy in the dust.
Golden hair flashed teasingly in the sunlight as hands reached out to help the other up
into the tree, fingers brushing each other with tantalizing closeness, but never quite
clasping ... when the branch broke, bending and snapping under the weight of it's lively
burden, dropping the smaller boy with a crack, so far away from the oh so hard ground.
A horrifying moment of falling, tumbling, ending, of lights and dizzying spins, flashing
looks of his friend's horror, the blinding scream of pain and bone cracking like a broken
stick ... and the smaller boy was a tangle of limbs on the pavement, leg bent unnaturally
under his wiry frame. A rush of terrified nausea almost made the other boy join his friend's
plummet as he stared, slipping and sliding to the ground to catch hold of a horribly pale hand
as he fought back tears.
Gary? It was more a movement of lips than actual words, a question in
He nodded, clasping his friend's hand tightly under his chin, afraid to breathe, afraid
he'd hurt him more ... someone was coming, his sister had gone running for them ...
You'll stay, right?
Once again he nodded, of course he'd stay. He wasn't about to leave him!
Forever? You and me? No matter what?
The blue eyes hurt so much, begging him to promise ... and he'd do anything to ease it,
to make him feel better again, anything at all. It was no great trial to stay by him ...
"I promise, Ash."
Thoughts are rashly stirred ...
There are things that can't be foreseen. Things that can't be expected or prepared for,
for they come like a thief in the night, stealing the heart's gold away, stealing away the
soul ... and so it happened just that way for him, watching his friend grow up and forget,
watching him smile and laugh but never recall the promise he'd made him swear, finding that
soon they'd grow apart and leave each other forever. He didn't understand the gnawing pain
deep down inside where he barely recongnized it, certainly didn't realize it was loss
Then came his grand plan. A perfect plan, a flawless plan ... a plan with a terrible
price. To keep his friend tied to him he would have to break his heart, to push him away
again and again, yet challenge him, force the ability deep inside to grow and mature, force
him to remember by forcing him to feel the same loss. It wasn't something he chose to do,
though he pondered and plotted long before the day finally came. It was something he just
did. He pushed away his friend, the one he swore his vow to, the one who now held something
so personally valuable in his hand so he would grow, so he would return, and so he wouldn't
feel the guilt.
The guilt that came from loving. The guilt that was birthed from wanting his
friend to stay with him, though it was he who swore. A deep streak that what he
felt, now and the first stirring of the then was wrong, not because it was a love, but because
it was a selfish love. So he abandoned him. And swore a new oath ... to never be his friend
Brightest links of life are broken ...
Vow. I broke my vow. But I did it to save you. You and me ... my love.
By a single unspoken word