fanfiction: wine red [arnold]
title: wine red
author: seemslikeaporno
rating: T
pairing/character(s): arnold
notes: i know i posted pretty recently, but this one is rather short so i figured i'd go ahead and get it up. finally back to writing the pieces for gerald's death, which is still not fully explained. enjoy! ;D
disclaimer: hey arnold! is not mine.
companion pieces: not that far away // self-inflicted // landslide // hurricane drunk // your hand in mine // you are my sunshine // i swear this time i mean it
If anyone was to ask Arnold how he felt about Gerald’s death, he’d lie.
He’d say he missed him. He’d say he felt like a part of him had been ripped away. He’d say that he was lost. And he’d definitely say that he was upset and angry and confused.
And while those things aren’t technically lies, they aren’t the whole truth, either.
Because what Arnold really feels when someone asks him how he’s doing now that Gerald’s gone is guilt. Regret. Shame. Oh god, especially shame. (It’s his fault, you know. Gerald died because of him.) Maybe Arnold didn’t push, but he knows who did.
He knows why.
And that’s why he can’t tell.
Some secrets are taken to the grave. Some secrets send you there.