GRAVEYARD. | lis 2

daniel played with the knife in his hands, twisting it around in his fingers, admiring it from all angles, handling it like it's some prized possession.

sean continued looking on with an anxious eye, an air of cautiousness around him. daniel was doing this for several moments, and sean was quivering with anxiety the entire time. "you need to stop that," he finally said.

"stop what?" he was dumbfounded, then glanced at his knife in realization. "oh, i'm sorry, is this making you feel anxious?"

"i'm just afraid you'll hurt yourself."

daniel's eyes filled with rage. "you didn't care much when you let lisbeth manipulate me at the church. why do you care so much now?"

"that wasn't up to me, daniel! i was unconscious at the hospital in a fucking coma! after the explosion you caused at the pot farm."

"so it's my fault now, huh?" daniel's strong emotions caused the knife to float up in the air. and now it was turning around in circles faster and faster in midair. "i know it is. everything's my fault! dad died because of me. you died because of me! finn died because i didn't do anything to stop it." daniel clutched his head in his hands, covering his ears from the torment in his brain.

something in the room shatters... neither of the 2 brothers register it.

sean steps forward, gazing at the pitiful sight in front of him. he muttered, 'fuck it,' before kneeling down and embracing his little brother in his arms. just like when they were kids. "it's alright," sean whispered. "nothing's gonna hurt you- i'm still here."

sean presses daniel's head against his chest as sobs rack through the younger's body.

something like a howl escaped daniel's mouth.

sean held him tighter.

and one heart beat for two.