Fragmented Memories

Written by: Twisted Wizards

Sitting beside the window, watching the downpour flooding the street, I could not help but feel the sense of abandonment. I mean sure, I heard about it or watched it on TV, but never actually had I understood what that term truly meant. It was not just the heart breaking, nor was it was the endless nights in tears. For me, it meant that I was alone, and I have to say, it really sucks.

Now that everyone had given up on me one by one, there was no real reason to stay in New York, at least not while I was unwanted for what I did. Punishment shall fit the crime they say, but was having loved someone equal to this exile, this painfully sad ending to a depressing romance novel. I exhaled harshly, turning my head to the board of trains as I swallowed the sudden urge to break down in tears, yet again.

In front of me had stood a man looking around, his short black hair made my throat tighten in anticipation. 'Did he come to stop me, coming to claim me as his, really here to proclaim his forbidden and sinful love for me?'

When this man turned around I had realized my foolish mistake and cleared my throat, my eyes beginning to sting. The stranger walked away, leaving me alone with my festering hopeless thoughts of a perfect end to my fairy tale. I had to face my reality, which even though magic existed does not mean there is magic in love. That was ridiculous; someone who was in love came up with, saying that their significant other provided passion that felt like magic, when I know magic felt tingly and not fiery. Completely different, only a sad co-dependent moron would believe in that crap which was only subjective really.

'You're only insulting yourself when you say that you know…' there I go again, talking to myself. At least I had the decency to talk inside my head instead of going full out mental from the loneliness.

"Train 204, to Boston is now boarding." I sighed reaching for my two bags that lie beside my bench and made my way towards my one-way ticket to deportation, well from my old life as a wizard that was.

Stopping one last time to look back for him, just seeing if he did not really mean it, or anything he had said in that heated spur of the moment. I watched all the faceless people pass me by as the tears started again, straining to see him, even if it was to say a final goodbye. He was not going to come get me; he does not love me the same way, like he had said.

"You WORTHLESS disgusting whore, don't you get it? I could never truly love you, because you're my little SISTER."

I handed the women my ticket wiping away that tears that stained my cheek with pain and whimpered. Those words echoed soundly in my ears as if he was sitting next to me on the train, spitting them at me until the sunk in deep enough to cut. What he does not know, is that they had already cut me deeper than anything ever had before.

When I walked into my personal bunker, I sat down resting my head against the cold glass window, just letting the tears go. Letting go of my love for anything, and everything, even if I tried I could not hate him for saying those things. I loved him more than anything and if I could not prove that to him today, maybe sometime in the future.

The past three years had been drowning with difficulties, where love had its high and suicide was top priority. Where he once said I love you too and where my mom walked out on us because of what happened. I guess I see it now, my love destroyed our family, and maybe exile was a fit punishment after all. Maybe, just maybe loving someone too much can blind you from the truth of what is happening. Maybe I opened my eyes just a little too late.

How this all happened, was one simple dream, where I was sitting next to him, and we kissed. Where I realized I was in love with him, and chaos ensued. When I fell in love with him my world flipped upside down, now all I can think of is Justin Russo, the man I love and the man that I made love to countless times. The same one related to me, the Justin Russo that was, is, and always will be, my brother.

The question is how do you carry on, when the person you love the most, hates you?

Author Note, this story just came to me and I had to put it up. This is just a little portion of the aftermath. The next chapter will start at the beginning where everything just started, and will continue until we catch up with the present date. I love my followers and realize I should have finished my other story before starting this one, but hey, the more the merrier, right? Love, review. Let me know whether you like where this could be headed. So far, I have mapped out in my head the whole story, just need to get it onto paper.

My apologies for the short length of the chapter, starting next chapter they will be a lot longer, okay, maybe not that long. Just a little bit. Smiles oddly.