Elián;
"So... My brother is a bastard and a fucker?"
His voice is cold and slightly amused, and only after hearing his question do I realise the grave I've just dug for myself.
I blink at him in horror as my heart plops into my stomach.
"No." I blurt as I slowly begin to shift away from him.
"I… your… I didn't mean that," I add, and he smirks.
My heart starts screaming in panic when he begins to move towards me. Slowly matching my movements as I crawl backwards away from him.
"So what did you mean, Elián?" He questions, and my mind starts scrambling.
What did I mean?
I meant exactly what I said.
But I can't tell him that…
"I… meant… that… He's a lovely soul! The best there is… He's one… gem… of a person." I reply, and every word seems like harsh metal ripping my throat.
Rhydian? A lovely soul?!
That's like saying Jeffrey Dhamer was a Disney princess.
