The Words I Couldn’t Say

Summary: In a book in a box in the closet, In a line in a song I once heard, In moment […]

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In a book in a box in the closet,
In a line in a song I once heard,
In moment on the front porch late last june,
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon.

There it was at the tip of my fingers,
There it was on the tip of my tounge,
There you were, and I’d never been that far,
There it was, the whole world wrapped inside my arms.

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A raven haired boy sat on a bench under a tall oak tree. He watched intently as a small girl gently pawed at the ground with her fingertips. The little dent in the ground was slowly getting bigger, and the girls hands slowly got dirtier. When the hole was roughly the size of the girl’s hand, she turned and ghosted twards the boy, her fiery hair floating away from her shoulders as she pushed off the ground to meet his gaze. She stayed at eye level for a moment, and the boy held out his hand. She took something from him, and dropped to the ground. She danced back to her little spot and placed the object into the hole.

* * * * *

And I let it all slip away.

What do I do now that you’re gone,
No back-up plan, no second chance,
And no one else to blame.

All I can hear in the silence the remains,
Are the words I couldn’t say.

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Artemis started running as soon as Holly fell to the ground. She wasn’t moving.

“Holly!” Was this some cruel joke? This was only his first time seeing a real proper ritual. “Holly, can you hear me?” She’s breathing, that’s promising. Maybe it’s just regular ritual side-effects.

Artemis held her up by her shoulders. Only the did he see the dark puddle in the grass. Only then did he feel the wet place on her back. Only then did he smell the strong iron odor. Only then did he hear how shallow her breath came. Only then did he taste the saltiness on his lips.

“No.” He picked up her discarded Dragonflys and strapped them on. With little effort he gingerly lifted Holly off the damp grass. He turned on the wings and headed full throttle twards the mansion. If I make it in time, scratch that, when I make it on time, Butler will fix her right up. Good as new, right? He pushed the wings faster, holding on to Holly, the whole time whipsering, “We’ll make it. you’ll be fine. We’ll make it.”

* * * * *

There’s a rain that will never stop falling,
There’s a wall that I’ve tried to take down,
What I should’ve said just wouldn’t pass my lips,
So I held back and now we come to this.

And It’s too late now.

What do I do now that you’re gone,
No back-up plan, no second chance,
And no one else to blame.

All I can hear in the silence the remains,
Are the words I couldn’t say.

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I can see the look on his face. Well, looks. Smug. He’d finaly gotten me to show him the most sacred of all things fairy. Then one I had no meaning for. Horror. Shock. Pain. I have no idea why. What did I do wrong? I think it’s because I haphazardly threw great technology on the ground. So? Dragonflys are practicaly indestructible. I’m trying to turn and see how badly they’re mangled, but I’m not moving. Then I see stars. Literally. The twinkly lights are in front of me now, not above where they should be. He’s above me now. Pulling me up. No, I like the stars. Let me down. He can’t hear me. I can see the stars again. I see his face. Scared. He’s saying something. I can’t hear him. Good. Just look at the stars, Arty. He can’t hear me. Too bad, he’ll miss them. I miss him. I can’t see him anymore. Where’d you go, Arty? No answer. Oh well, sleep sounds really good anyway…

* * * * *

I should’ve found a way to tell you how I felt.
Now the only one I’m telling is myself.

What do I do now that you’re gone,
No back-up plan, no second chance,
And no one else to blame.

All I can hear in the silence the remains,
Are the words I couldn’t say.

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He was running the second he hit the ground. Artemis burst through the front door with more strength than he thought he had. He could hear Butler in the kitchen, making dinner for the three of them he assumed.

“Artemis?” He called.

Artemis didn’t answer. The boy rounded the corner and nearly slipped on the tile, not having the breath, or voice, or patience for words. Butler turned to see the windblown boy holding a sorry excuse of an elf. He cleared off the counter and told Artemis to fetch the black case under his bed. He knew the one and hurried up the stairs.

When he’d returned with the kit, Bulter had stripped off Holly’s jacket and torn at her undershirt. She was now on her stomach, breath coming slow and shallow. There was a hole, nearly black, just to the right of her spine, below her shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to know she was loosing blood fast.

Butler rummaged around in the case for a while, and when he pulled out a shiny metal object, Artemis couldn’t look. He wasn’t usually squeamish, but the sight of his dear friend being nearly ripped to shreds had about done him in. He just slid down the side of the counter, leaning his head on the cold tiled surface. Holly made a horrible moaning noise, and her arm was pushed off the side. Artemis jumped a bit as it grazed his shoulder, but he gingerly took her cold hand. She could feel her grip tighten every now and then, and that’s all he needed to know she’d make it through.

*****

What do I do, What do I say
And no one else to blame.
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn’t say.

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Artemis silently padded into one of the many bedrooms. He carried a pot of tea, and some cups over to the nightstand, and sat softly on the bed. Holly’s bandaged chest rose and fell almost seamlessly under the covers now; you could barely tell her breathing was any different. She looked so calm in her sleep. Artemis couldn’t remember a waking moment when she’d ever seemed so… content. This was a moment he wouldn’t soon forget.

Holly’s eyes flickered open, and her breath caught when she saw Artemis sitting at the foot of the bed. A scowl crossed her face as she tried to sit herself up.

“Careful,” Artemis whispered. “Don’t want to rip the stitches.”

“What are you… What happened?” She whispered back; her voice a bit strained.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re better now.” Artemis walked quietly back to the nightstand and poured two cups of tea. He turned and placed an arm on Holly’s back, helping her sit up a bit, careful not to touch the bandaging. He handed Holly one of the cups, and sat himself back on the edge of the bed.

Holly was coming to a bit more, her training finally connecting some dots in her groggy head. Her hand reached for her right shoulder, and she winced when she touched the gauze. “Bullet wound?”

“Yes. Butler saw to it that it was properly…” He thought back to her cold hand, the metal instruments. “Taken care of.”

“Of course.” Holly nodded. She could tell it had begun to heal properly, but she grudgingly accepted that she wouldn’t be back to herself for a while. She supposed this would mean plenty of time at the manor, which she decided she didn’t have a problem with.

The two sat there for some time, finishing their tea. Artemis helped Holly lay down again, and he himself sat beside her, talking about nothing. Artemis would never admit it, but he was giddy inside just hearing her voice again. After almost loosing her, it was all he could do to not wrap his arms around her and never let go.

They stayed there all day; talking about this and that, playing a bit of chess, and dozing off every now and then. And that’s just how Butler found them the next morning; the two sleeping, hand in hand, looking as content as ever.

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5 responses to “The Words I Couldn’t Say.” Join in!

  1. Bravado! Just please check your typos.

  2. Hmm. Good, definately, but… I dunno. Lacking.

  3. LEPofficerHollyShort February 12th, 2012 at 9:32 pm 3

    Sounds great but I would like to see a little more…um…action! That’s it action.

  4. Really good, just one thing;

    “tounge” should be “tongue”

    But other than that it’s really good!

  5. really freaking awesome!
    what else iz there 2 say?
    🙂 🙂 🙂

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