Note: This is part two of Those bloody teeth.
The last remnants of the painted sink had finally washed away while his head dropped into remission. The best lies are the ones we tell our own selves and what had happened in the other room was just that, a lie. He wasn't afraid of the truth and what was to come. Over the past few years the impeding waters had become second hand and almost a welcome sign, almost.
He knew it was coming after her too. It was the change in her behavior, of over activity, staying busy with everything and making herself available to anyone who would listen. Since the transgression occurred this was his first opportunity to shed any form of delight in that her behavior was the attempt of the body to shun any chance of loneliness. It is only when the silence has already pulled tightly onto you that the mind will attempt to throw it off.
Far in the distance is the sound of an ever faint pounding. Drumming away is the sound of the train and whether it hits you now or in years from now it will strike you like a thousand knives, cutting away at every remaining piece of life you've so preciously tried to protect.
Your laughter towards me can be heard from here and the laughter of your friends is ten fold. For he laughs out of fear of losing you and they laugh out of fear of rejection and you laugh out of a fear you can't even begin to fathom. It must seem odd but I too am laughing because I know what sits inside of you that hides so deep from the rest of the world. Be wary, my lost friend, for the laughter feels good now but it masks the sound of the train. I know, in days gone by I was the one laughing the loudest.
Fear the loneliness and stay active for in silence awaits what you did to me and it will eat at every part of you, slowly and inevitably. The desire to help you with this is something I'm unwilling to do but I can warn you of its coming. It will linger on the back of your neck every waking moment until one day when you find yourself with no one left to talk to, nothing to keep your mind occupied and the laughter has run dry, a whisper will have crept slowly into your mind and consume every last detail. Your body will ache and the tears will flow, the world around you will try and understand, it will try and comfort but the one person in existence who can shine the light through this darkness is the same person you threw away as the loneliness derives from his absence.
I know how silly this seems, I really do but never forget this moment when it does come. If it's next week or in thirty five years, never forget what I told you and how I knew this would happen because you seem to want to forget the moment of our beginning. That defining moment when we realized our examination of the opposing soul was a reflection of our own and that is how I know this because who I am is a reflection of who you are.
He looked back up at the mirror in satisfaction of his inner monologue. He knew that waiting was only holding off and prolonging the inevitable. He was ready for it to come and held an inviting hand. This battle was about to be fought on his own for she will never come because the moment her willingness returns she will be lost in the struggle to win her own.
