Unexplained Emotions

Chapter Two: Unexplained Emotions


Justin felt like his legs were broken as he tried to turn and run away. Fear prevented him from doing much of anything. Aaron just stood there, staring downwards at the cards in Celeste’s hand. He did not know how to respond. He cracked his neck on both sides before clearing his throat.

“Now, Celeste, what exactly are you doing here?”

She grimaced at the tone Aaron had. It was as if she had all of a sudden turned into a delicate woman going through a horrible time and begging for consolation.

“The Lovers. Kevin. Myself.”

They were silent. The teens did not know there was anything between Kevin and anyone else, let alone someone a few years younger.

“You were not told by Kevin. I was the one he dreamed of being with. I was the one he spent his darkened hours desiring.”

“I didn’t… we didn’t know, Cel! Honest! Shit, I knew something bad was going to happen… today… FUCK!”

Aaron walked off the patio as Celeste cocked her head and looked at Justin.

“I know you did not pull it.”

“P-p-pull what?”

“The trigger.”

Justin nearly fainted. He had assumed she knew they had something to do with his death in the first ten seconds she was there. But she knew more than what he had expect. Aaron was in the yard, kicking various objects around and yelling obscenities with each one.

Slowly, Justin walked over to the dirt-covered girl and looked down into her eyes. He was at least a half of a foot taller than her and reminded her so much of Kevin. Her heart that was slowly being covered in ice, dropped a little. His eyes were blue-green, like the colour of the vast ocean. She felt like she was drowning in them.

Justin could not read anything on Celeste’s face. He just focused on her eyes as he came close enough to feel her breaths on himself. He did not know what he was doing. He felt like a marionette, with no control at all. He noticed her eyes had tiny flecks of amber in the midst of the brown. He wondered why he missed that before.

“What do you want from me?”

“Your soul. Your life. An eye for an eye.”

He shook his head softly and lowered his voice to a whisper.

He did not know that Aaron was standing 15 feet away and staring in disbelief.

“Let me take care of you. Let me love you in his place. Until you can be together again.”

He focused on nothing else than her soft, young, soiled face, waiting on the blank expression to change. He did not hear Aaron come up behind him. He slowly opened up his arms, both in hope and sacrifice to this Goddess he had never seen completely. He knew the power she held within her was what Kevin had desired to be near because that is what he wanted as well.

The noise was loud but brief. Specks and dust from the overhang went all over everything. Aaron had fired his gun. Justin remembered him loading it. One chamber.

“You fucking pussy. What the hell are you doing? She is going to call the pigs out, man! Get the fuck away from her!”

He had a slur to his voice from being so angry. You could tell he went through many years of speech therapy and that this night, in front of his own house, it all went down the tubes.

“Look, Aaron. She’s not going to do anything. Just let her be, man. Let her alone.”

Justin had turned to face him and stood, his arms still out, in between them. Aaron held the gun tightly in his hand at his side, similar to the way Celeste was holding the knife. Justin was determined not to let Aaron kill her. He had no idea what was happening inside of him but he knew he could no let her be harmed under any circumstance.

And for a brief moment, he heard Kevin tell him to care for her. The unexplained emotions were suddenly clear.