The Bluebell Wood (SA)
Title: the Bluebell Wood
Author: sophie_03
Warnings: none really.
Pairing/s: unspecified.
Disclaimer: not true, don't own them, etc.
Dedication: Jen mydoctortennant love youu.
Summary: two boys, standing in the wood, among the bluebells...
Notes: quite a short one :)
The Bluebell Wood
So here they were. Standing among the delicate blue woodland flowers, that were crushed under their feet, as they stomped over them, not caring, not thinking. Yet they were delicate too, they were only human and humans were delicate. They could be broken and stamped on, just like these flowers. Except humans tried not to show it, they hid behind fake layers and emotions. They never let others believe something that was quite wrong. These flowers couldn’t pretend, when they were broken they were broken; it was hard to spring back up and pretend. They betrayed everything. They had a shorter life, a smaller existence. Of course they were totally different but here, they were broken, with broken humans standing over them, taking their revenge on them, quite unintentionally. They stood there, not caring for them, because they didn’t think like that. And the worst thing to do, to one of these wild flowers though, was to pick one, display it, and say ‘poor little flower, it’s past its best now.’ One never said that about humans.
The boy stared down at the flowers. He wasn’t listening to anything being said to him, instead staring down at the crushed flowers under his feet. The talking hurt. He didn’t like it. It was easier to feign ignorance, to avoid eye contact, to not… care. So that’s what he was doing. But was he really?
And the other boy stood opposite him, scrutinizing him, watching, waiting, trying to talk, but the words that came out his mouth meant nothing. Nothing, because he didn’t want them to mean anything really, did he. They were just stood there, expecting something to happen, but it wouldn’t, not if they just continued to stand there. There was no sympathy, no words, nothing he could actually say, because it didn’t make sense. Yet he didn’t want it to, that would hurt too, to understand. There was no easy way. Especially not while they were stood there in that way, not talking sense, not looking at one another properly, like they should.
Was there a way out of here? They could run, crushing bluebells as they went, running away from it all, but really there was no escape. There never would be. Yet they stood there, hiding everything they felt and feared, because they could. They didn’t have to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and they didn’t. This was easier. (Really? Was it?) They pretended, and that was their way of living. This was like the end; judgement, as they stood there, in that place, waiting for it to happen - like it was meant to. Why couldn’t their eyes just meet? Please, one thought, just look at me, please. He didn’t. And he didn’t speak. Why should he?
Life took you places you didn’t expect. Neither of them ever thought they would be stood there, among the tranquil flowers, so uncomfortable with each other. It had never been like that before. They were only boys. They thought they understood life, but really, could they? And nothing changed. Time passed them by, slowly, before speeding up, grabbing life from them.
So here they were. Stood there, among the delicate blue flowers, waiting.
Author: sophie_03
Warnings: none really.
Pairing/s: unspecified.
Disclaimer: not true, don't own them, etc.
Dedication: Jen mydoctortennant love youu.
Summary: two boys, standing in the wood, among the bluebells...
Notes: quite a short one :)
The Bluebell Wood
So here they were. Standing among the delicate blue woodland flowers, that were crushed under their feet, as they stomped over them, not caring, not thinking. Yet they were delicate too, they were only human and humans were delicate. They could be broken and stamped on, just like these flowers. Except humans tried not to show it, they hid behind fake layers and emotions. They never let others believe something that was quite wrong. These flowers couldn’t pretend, when they were broken they were broken; it was hard to spring back up and pretend. They betrayed everything. They had a shorter life, a smaller existence. Of course they were totally different but here, they were broken, with broken humans standing over them, taking their revenge on them, quite unintentionally. They stood there, not caring for them, because they didn’t think like that. And the worst thing to do, to one of these wild flowers though, was to pick one, display it, and say ‘poor little flower, it’s past its best now.’ One never said that about humans.
The boy stared down at the flowers. He wasn’t listening to anything being said to him, instead staring down at the crushed flowers under his feet. The talking hurt. He didn’t like it. It was easier to feign ignorance, to avoid eye contact, to not… care. So that’s what he was doing. But was he really?
And the other boy stood opposite him, scrutinizing him, watching, waiting, trying to talk, but the words that came out his mouth meant nothing. Nothing, because he didn’t want them to mean anything really, did he. They were just stood there, expecting something to happen, but it wouldn’t, not if they just continued to stand there. There was no sympathy, no words, nothing he could actually say, because it didn’t make sense. Yet he didn’t want it to, that would hurt too, to understand. There was no easy way. Especially not while they were stood there in that way, not talking sense, not looking at one another properly, like they should.
Was there a way out of here? They could run, crushing bluebells as they went, running away from it all, but really there was no escape. There never would be. Yet they stood there, hiding everything they felt and feared, because they could. They didn’t have to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and they didn’t. This was easier. (Really? Was it?) They pretended, and that was their way of living. This was like the end; judgement, as they stood there, in that place, waiting for it to happen - like it was meant to. Why couldn’t their eyes just meet? Please, one thought, just look at me, please. He didn’t. And he didn’t speak. Why should he?
Life took you places you didn’t expect. Neither of them ever thought they would be stood there, among the tranquil flowers, so uncomfortable with each other. It had never been like that before. They were only boys. They thought they understood life, but really, could they? And nothing changed. Time passed them by, slowly, before speeding up, grabbing life from them.
So here they were. Stood there, among the delicate blue flowers, waiting.