Julius Caesar

Chapter 60: 60

Chapter 60: 60


Julius"s POV .

The way I thought of it, there were three degrees of pain .

There were my scars, where I lost my self-respect . There were Audrey and Samantha, where I lost my heart . And there was this . This, where I lost myself .

And this wasn"t how it was supposed to end .

It wasn"t supposed to end by me realizing that everyone was lying .

Everyone was lying when they said that our bodies can fight gravity and that we can stand straight because I couldn"t really keep my footing . They were lying about our body"s anatomy because I felt hollow, empty . No . No . This body of mine didn"t carry a brain or a heart or b.l.o.o.d.y intestines . It carried air . Helium . Heavens, I thought I was going to float away . But h.e.l.l, I wasn"t . I was crashing down to the ground, full force on my knees . My eyes widened and I shook my head as I felt Father collapse next to me .

This head of mine, I thought, couldn"t be carrying what they call as eyes as I watched Father yell that they call some ambulance or something . It just couldn"t . It couldn"t be carrying those shiny, emeralds people said I got from Mom . No, it couldn"t .

Eyes don"t trick their owners .

They don"t show them, for example, their own sibling choking on their blood as a result of a knife lodged in their neck . That"s bulls.h.i.t . Scientists all lied to us .

We see none other than illusions .

But I was falling, you see, and I was gasping and I was staring at Augustus" blood that oozed out of his neck . I was looking at Father and crying as I pulled my brother close to me, swapping my father"s arm away . I was putting my fingers on the fatal wound and knife . I was pulling my hand back and staring at the blood that slithered down my fingers . The blood that stained my already b.l.o.o.d.y shirt and my heart with something black and sticky . It must"ve been sticky, I remember thinking, because my heart wasn"t quite beating right .

His blood covered his overalls, platinum-white hair and hands that were reaching for his bobbing throat . It was like he couldn"t believe it . It was like he was touching his throat and asking himself, really? This is it? I die sacrificing my life for my ridiculous brother?

His fastly paling lips part as he fought to not roll his eyes to the back of his head to look at me . He was trying to say something and I was shaking my head at his pale visage . Staring into his electric blue eyes that swore to contain so much joy and love . Staring at the lopsided smile he married ever since he was born . Staring and dying .

I was holding him in my arms, pulling him closer to me and trying not to think of what really was happening . Trying not to think in the chaos of my father"s whispering/prayers as he grasped onto his dying son"s arm . I was holding his b.l.o.o.d.y, b.l.o.o.d.y hand, I was bringing it to my chest and I was telling him that he was the best thing that ever happened to me . But I was probably imagining that because I remember the silence . I remember how it wasn"t broken by his snide remarks or weird jokes .

I remember seeing him kick his legs against the pain before they just stilled soullessly . I remember him looking in my eyes . Eyes that held galaxies in their depths . I remember him limply hold out his pinky finger and make me promise .

"Promise . Plan-" he sputtered before he wheezed and spat out a lot of blood . My guts turned and my eyes widened in painful realization . This was really it, wasn"t it?

He was dying on me, wasn"t it? Like everyone I ever cared about did . Like Audrey . Like my baby . Like my mother . This . Was . It . This was the third degree, wasn"t it?

His breaths were short and fast and I could tell from his sad, teary eyes that he was in so much pain . But I remember putting my pinky finger in his as tears filled my eyes and stumbled down to his pale, lifeless cheeks .

I remember as if it was just yesterday .

"s.h.i.t, bro-" he coughed, squeezed his eyes, then opened them with a wheeze as more blood drained out of him . And I wondered why wasn"t he shutting up . Wasn"t he aware that it was the death of him?


"s.h.i.t, bro-" he coughed, squeezed his eyes, then opened them with a wheeze as more blood drained out of him . And I wondered why wasn"t he shutting up . Wasn"t he aware that it was the death of him?

But I was crying because he couldn"t talk more . And I wanted him to talk . To insult me . To give me migraines that I knew -G.o.d if he gave me one more chance- I wouldn"t complain about .

I was surprised at my inability to speak to tell him what a "normal" person would tell their dying, bleeding brother . I mean, what was wrong with me? Why wasn"t I blathering on how much I love him like my father was doing? Why wasn"t I, before it was too late?

But I wasn"t breathing right as I held him tighter . My tears had no end I realized .

h.e.l.l, I never thought that was possible . A moment where I"d never see him smile . Dammit, a moment that"d be our last . And I had to constantly remind myself that . That no, this wasn"t like any other time . That this wasn"t like when I used to kick him out only to find him at my door the next day, lowering his sungla.s.ses and blowing a gum bubble . This wasn"t what was happening .

And G.o.d, I hated him . I hated Augustus so f.u.c.king much for lying to me when he said that he"d always be there for me when I was breaking down that time when I was in the tub . Because for once, I dared believe . I bet my life on him . And what was he doing?

He was dying on me .

I wanted him to feel the depth of my love for him but I couldn"t because I swear to you, Sharon, I wasn"t breathing . It was like I was a pocket that its owner emptied, but instead of coins, I was empty of words when I stared in his dying, ocean eyes .

There were a million things going through my mind . A million memories and fading smiles as I watched him clench his fists against the pain and shake his head against my chest . My aching, non-functional chest .

I wanted to ask him if he regretted it . If he regretted this . If his soul would curse me . Because this? This was all my fault and I should"ve known better than to involve someone like him with a person like me from the very beginning .

I hated myself so f.u.c.king much . And I realized if time would go back, I"d personally kill myself a hundred times because it would still be nothing like this insurmountable pain .

I hated myself so f.u.c.king much . And I realized if time would go back, I"d personally kill myself a hundred times because it would still be nothing like this insurmountable pain .

Augustus looked in my eyes, tears filling them and my heart- I couldn"t . I couldn"t because have you ever? Have you ever seen an angel die?

"Annoying-" he panted out like it exhausted him . Like it exhausted him to do what he was best at . Talking . "-love you . " His eyes fluttered and I shook my head .

"Shut up-" I forced it out with a weak, smile as tears tumbled down . Stop killing me, was what I wanted to say . Stop it . But it"d kill him if he stopped . Because, how can I die without delivering my farewell, mate? Do you even know me? - was what I guessed he"d have on mind . And that brought another brittle smile on my face .

His eyes closed and I shook him, fear and grief ripping every ounce of my sanity . But his eyes opened helplessly and stared at the ceiling . His face screwed up and he groaned in agony as I held him tighter, hoping against hope that my love would make it less painful for him .

He was leaving me and for once I was begging him to stay . Begging fate to not take him away .

"Don"t-" was all I managed to splutter uselessly as I forced his face toward me . I was begging as I planted my face in his hair . "Come on . Gustus . "

But I felt it . The way you feel it when you know your day is just going to turn sour . I felt death, smelled its rancid coat . I felt it hug my only brother away . I felt it spit in my face and stick out its tongue as it pulled him away from my waning grasp . I felt it through Augustus" slow, long breaths . Felt it when his body stopped shivering from the pain . Felt it when his pinky slid from mine .

Augustus died . He died . He died, died, died . He died loved .

And no words followed . Nothing could stop me from hugging his dead body to mine . Nothing . Not Father"s screams of sorrow . Not Lucien"s laughter . Not Ledger handcuffing him and sending him away . Not even the paramedics trying to pull me away .

Not even Samantha when she called out my name and asked me to let him go in the name of life and love . She didn"t understand . She could never understand this fire that was blazing in me . That here, this lifeless, pretty boy was another consequence to who I was .

There was no end to this . This . This grief . This pain and pang in my heart that I might"ve mistaken for a heart attack . This was grief in its purest, rawest form . Grief that had no bounds . This grief couldn"t really be expressed even in tears . Because I was no longer crying as I rocked his lifeless body in my arms with his still warm blood caking my chest and neck .
Not even Samantha when she called out my name and asked me to let him go in the name of life and love . She didn"t understand . She could never understand this fire that was blazing in me . That here, this lifeless, pretty boy was another consequence to who I was .

There was no end to this . This . This grief . This pain and pang in my heart that I might"ve mistaken for a heart attack . This was grief in its purest, rawest form . Grief that had no bounds . This grief couldn"t really be expressed even in tears . Because I was no longer crying as I rocked his lifeless body in my arms with his still warm blood caking my chest and neck .

And nothing was more difficult, I realized, that trying to prove your heart the truth . The truth that no, he is dead . That no matter how loud his laughter and perverted jokes were in my heart, he was it . He was dead . But I refused to believe as I imagined his soul hanging around somewhere . Imagined his ghost holding my shoulder and telling me, ′Holy blueberries, mate, you gotta stop crying . What will your chick say?′ .

And yes, it all happened so fast . So d.a.m.n fast . It literally stole my breath away . Stole my words away . And in return, I stole his ring . I stole his sapphire ring and slipped it in my pinky- his last touch- and closed his gla.s.sy eyes with my b.l.o.o.d.y, shaky fingers .

Augustus was right . He wasn"t the death of Father .

He was the death of me .

And when his body got too cold to hug, I let him go, stood up, glanced at my whimpering Father and staggered out of the room, staring at Augustus" blood on my hands . I remember rounding a corner and throwing up on the plush, crimson carpet . And G.o.d, ugh, I hated the colour red .

And when Samantha, yes it was her, called my name, I faintly turned to her and collapsed .

Here . I wrote it, Sharon . I"m not crazy . I swear I"m not . But sometimes I miss him so much, Sharon . You won"t understand . You haven"t met him .

You haven"t basked in his sun .

You weren"t the one who killed him .Juliuss POV . The way I thought of it, there were three degrees of pain . There were my scars, where I lost my self-respect . There were Audrey and Samantha, where I lost my heart . And there was this . This, where I lost myself . And this wasnt how it was supposed to end . It wasnt supposed to end by me realizing that everyone was lying . Everyone was lying when they said that our bodies can fight gravity and that we can stand straight because I couldnt really keep my footing . They were lying about our bodys anatomy because I felt hollow, empty . No . No . This body of mine didnt carry a brain or a heart or b.l.o.o.d.y intestines . It carried air . Helium . Heavens, I thought I was going to float away . But h.e.l.l, I wasnt . I was crashing down to the ground, full force on my knees . My eyes widened and I shook my head as I felt Father collapse next to me . This head of mine, I thought, couldnt be carrying what they call as eyes as I watched Father yell that they call some ambulance or something . It just couldnt . It couldnt be carrying those shiny, emeralds people said I got from Mom . No, it couldnt . Eyes dont trick their owners . They dont show them, for example, their own sibling choking on their blood as a result of a knife lodged in their neck . Thats bulls.h.i.t . Scientists all lied to us . We see none other than illusions . But I was falling, you see, and I was gasping and I was staring at Augustus blood that oozed out of his neck . I was looking at Father and crying as I pulled my brother close to me, swapping my fathers arm away . I was putting my fingers on the fatal wound and knife . I was pulling my hand back and staring at the blood that slithered down my fingers . The blood that stained my already b.l.o.o.d.y shirt and my heart with something black and sticky . It mustve been sticky, I remember thinking, because my heart wasnt quite beating right . His blood covered his overalls, platinum-white hair and hands that were reaching for his bobbing throat . It was like he couldnt believe it . It was like he was touching his throat and asking himself, really? This is it? I die sacrificing my life for my ridiculous brother? His fastly paling lips part as he fought to not roll his eyes to the back of his head to look at me . He was trying to say something and I was shaking my head at his pale visage . Staring into his electric blue eyes that swore to contain so much joy and love . Staring at the lopsided smile he married ever since he was born . Staring and dying . I was holding him in my arms, pulling him closer to me and trying not to think of what really was happening . Trying not to think in the chaos of my fathers whispering/prayers as he grasped onto his dying sons arm . I was holding his b.l.o.o.d.y, b.l.o.o.d.y hand, I was bringing it to my chest and I was telling him that he was the best thing that ever happened to me . But I was probably imagining that because I remember the silence . I remember how it wasnt broken by his snide remarks or weird jokes . I remember seeing him kick his legs against the pain before they just stilled soullessly . I remember him looking in my eyes . Eyes that held galaxies in their depths . I remember him limply hold out his pinky finger and make me promise . Promise . Plan- he sputtered before he wheezed and spat out a lot of blood . My guts turned and my eyes widened in painful realization . This was really it, wasnt it? He was dying on me, wasnt it? Like everyone I ever cared about did . Like Audrey . Like my baby . Like my mother . This . Was . It . This was the third degree, wasnt it? His breaths were short and fast and I could tell from his sad, teary eyes that he was in so much pain . But I remember putting my pinky finger in his as tears filled my eyes and stumbled down to his pale, lifeless cheeks . I remember as if it was just yesterday . s.h.i.t, bro- he coughed, squeezed his eyes, then opened them with a wheeze as more blood drained out of him . And I wondered why wasnt he shutting up . Wasnt he aware that it was the death of him? But I was crying because he couldnt talk more . And I wanted him to talk . To insult me . To give me migraines that I knew -G.o.d if he gave me one more chance- I wouldnt complain about . I was surprised at my inability to speak to tell him what a normal person would tell their dying, bleeding brother . I mean, what was wrong with me? Why wasnt I blathering on how much I love him like my father was doing? Why wasnt I, before it was too late? But I wasnt breathing right as I held him tighter . My tears had no end I realized . h.e.l.l, I never thought that was possible . A moment where Id never see him smile . Dammit, a moment thatd be our last . And I had to constantly remind myself that . That no, this wasnt like any other time . That this wasnt like when I used to kick him out only to find him at my door the next day, lowering his sungla.s.ses and blowing a gum bubble . This wasnt what was happening . And G.o.d, I hated him . I hated Augustus so f.u.c.king much for lying to me when he said that hed always be there for me when I was breaking down that time when I was in the tub . Because for once, I dared believe . I bet my life on him . And what was he doing? He was dying on me . I wanted him to feel the depth of my love for him but I couldnt because I swear to you, Sharon, I wasnt breathing . It was like I was a pocket that its owner emptied, but instead of coins, I was empty of words when I stared in his dying, ocean eyes . There were a million things going through my mind . A million memories and fading smiles as I watched him clench his fists against the pain and shake his head against my chest . My aching, non-functional chest . I wanted to ask him if he regretted it . If he regretted this . If his soul would curse me . Because this? This was all my fault and I shouldve known better than to involve someone like him with a person like me from the very beginning . I hated myself so f.u.c.king much . And I realized if time would go back, Id personally kill myself a hundred times because it would still be nothing like this insurmountable pain . Augustus looked in my eyes, tears filling them and my heart- I couldnt . I couldnt because have you ever? Have you ever seen an angel die? Annoying- he panted out like it exhausted him . Like it exhausted him to do what he was best at . Talking . -love you . His eyes fluttered and I shook my head . Shut up- I forced it out with a weak, smile as tears tumbled down . Stop killing me, was what I wanted to say . Stop it . But itd kill him if he stopped . Because, how can I die without delivering my farewell, mate? Do you even know me? - was what I guessed hed have on mind . And that brought another brittle smile on my face . His eyes closed and I shook him, fear and grief ripping every ounce of my sanity . But his eyes opened helplessly and stared at the ceiling . His face screwed up and he groaned in agony as I held him tighter, hoping against hope that my love would make it less painful for him . He was leaving me and for once I was begging him to stay . Begging fate to not take him away . Dont- was all I managed to splutter uselessly as I forced his face toward me . I was begging as I planted my face in his hair . Come on . Gustus . But I felt it . The way you feel it when you know your day is just going to turn sour . I felt death, smelled its rancid coat . I felt it hug my only brother away . I felt it spit in my face and stick out its tongue as it pulled him away from my waning grasp . I felt it through Augustus slow, long breaths . Felt it when his body stopped shivering from the pain . Felt it when his pinky slid from mine . Augustus died . He died . He died, died, died . He died loved . And no words followed . Nothing could stop me from hugging his dead body to mine . Nothing . Not Fathers screams of sorrow . Not Luciens laughter . Not Ledger handcuffing him and sending him away . Not even the paramedics trying to pull me away . Not even Samantha when she called out my name and asked me to let him go in the name of life and love . She didnt understand . She could never understand this fire that was blazing in me . That here, this lifeless, pretty boy was another consequence to who I was . There was no end to this . This . This grief . This pain and pang in my heart that I mightve mistaken for a heart attack . This was grief in its purest, rawest form . Grief that had no bounds . This grief couldnt really be expressed even in tears . Because I was no longer crying as I rocked his lifeless body in my arms with his still warm blood caking my chest and neck . And nothing was more difficult, I realized, that trying to prove your heart the truth . The truth that no, he is dead . That no matter how loud his laughter and perverted jokes were in my heart, he was it . He was dead . But I refused to believe as I imagined his soul hanging around somewhere . Imagined his ghost holding my shoulder and telling me, ′Holy blueberries, mate, you gotta stop crying . What will your chick say?′ . And yes, it all happened so fast . So d.a.m.n fast . It literally stole my breath away . Stole my words away . And in return, I stole his ring . I stole his sapphire ring and slipped it in my pinky- his last touch- and closed his gla.s.sy eyes with my b.l.o.o.d.y, shaky fingers . Augustus was right . He wasnt the death of Father . He was the death of me . And when his body got too cold to hug, I let him go, stood up, glanced at my whimpering Father and staggered out of the room, staring at Augustus blood on my hands . I remember rounding a corner and throwing up on the plush, crimson carpet . And G.o.d, ugh, I hated the colour red . And when Samantha, yes it was her, called my name, I faintly turned to her and collapsed . Here . I wrote it, Sharon . Im not crazy . I swear Im not . But sometimes I miss him so much, Sharon . You wont understand . You havent met him . You havent basked in his sun . You werent the one who killed him .

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