RP: the world is cracked, the sky is torn Date: December 27, 2000 Characters: Evan Location: muggle London Public/Private: Public Summary: Evan is miserable after the holidays at home. Status: Incomplete
Evan crossed the street when the light changed to "walk" easily, blending into the mild, small crowd that was going with him. He felt like he was being dragged across the street be a current of people, so lost in what he was thinking. The next PAM meeting wasn't for days, after the new year, but now he just wanted for it to come. He was growing restless, unhappy, helpless, and hopeless. He knew the only way to make himself feel better.
He'd find someone magical abomination and release some of the stress going home to his parents' for the holidays caused. Photographs of his brother - some including, his brother's friends, some including him, some his parents or other family - still haunted him. After the years, he shouldn't allow the photos or seeing his room - a moment frozen in time just the way he'd left it like a shrine - bother him this way. His normal loud and opinionated mouth had slammed shut, as if glued, the moment he'd see the photo of him and his brother about two week over his mother's shoulder when she greeted him when he walked in. The door had slammed shut, leaving him in a house of memories and misery.
After that, it was easy to not be bothered by his parents' incessant questions on why he wasn't dating - or more accurate told them he was - and the rather funny question of being gay. Naturally, he'd told them no he wasn't, but then came the tidbit that he had a good friend who was. He watched for a reaction and saw none. Maybe that this point it was just questioned they had to ask, like about going back to school or getting a better job than the convenience store.It was rather pathetic, not a bit endearing when he could swear the morning of Christmas, he saw his mother had pulled out the stocking that was his brother's and then saw tears in her eyes as she buried it somewhere out of sight.
What was worse... was he couldn't help, could he?
It was a charade they all three put on, but only on holidays. They could drop the pretense when it wasn't supposed to be 'happy'. 'Happy' holidays in his family's house stopped when his brother was killed.
Pulling threw a throng of people, he noticed the sign of the cemetery just up ahead.