First section of something I'm working on.
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taharielThought I'd share some writing, I know it's really short but it would be nice to get some feedback please :)
The Things I'll Never Do
Daniel was the sort of person who always wanted what he couldn’t have. When I was seventeen he kissed me behind the big oak tree in the field behind our house when our other siblings were down by the pond searching for frogs by moonlight, pressed our mouths together and touched my face very softly and said, “You came down for breakfast one morning when you were fourteen and I fell in love with you right then.”
I said, “We may not be blood but you’re still my brother, Danny.” And I got up and left him there, my cheeks burning, but I touched my lips later in front of the mirror when everyone else in the house was asleep and wondered why I didn’t look any different than I had before.
We grew apart after that; he wouldn’t talk to me and I couldn’t look at him. So no more sitting up nights with hot drinks curled in the palms of our hands talking, no more walking side by side to school down the track that led from our house to the main road, the backs of our fingers brushing as our arms swung by our sides, loose and coltish in springtime. I used to pick raspberries from my teacher’s back garden and bring some home with me after, then slip him the lion’s share before dinner and laugh when his teeth stained pink and gleaming in the pale light. Mum would scowl at me for it, but I loved him, and later he would read to me from whatever dusty old tome of poetry he’d found most recently, standing with his head bent over the book and one foot up on the low balcony wall, voice warm and deep and perfectly precise.
My mother married his father when I was only little, maybe five or six. I can never quite remember. I do remember that he came to sit with me at lunchtimes after that and scared away the bullies that tried to pull my hair, and that he shared his lunch when I’d dropped mine in a puddle when I tripped while running to him to sit down. I think that I have been in love with Daniel my whole life. And when I was seventeen I told him no.
The Things I'll Never Do
Daniel was the sort of person who always wanted what he couldn’t have. When I was seventeen he kissed me behind the big oak tree in the field behind our house when our other siblings were down by the pond searching for frogs by moonlight, pressed our mouths together and touched my face very softly and said, “You came down for breakfast one morning when you were fourteen and I fell in love with you right then.”
I said, “We may not be blood but you’re still my brother, Danny.” And I got up and left him there, my cheeks burning, but I touched my lips later in front of the mirror when everyone else in the house was asleep and wondered why I didn’t look any different than I had before.
We grew apart after that; he wouldn’t talk to me and I couldn’t look at him. So no more sitting up nights with hot drinks curled in the palms of our hands talking, no more walking side by side to school down the track that led from our house to the main road, the backs of our fingers brushing as our arms swung by our sides, loose and coltish in springtime. I used to pick raspberries from my teacher’s back garden and bring some home with me after, then slip him the lion’s share before dinner and laugh when his teeth stained pink and gleaming in the pale light. Mum would scowl at me for it, but I loved him, and later he would read to me from whatever dusty old tome of poetry he’d found most recently, standing with his head bent over the book and one foot up on the low balcony wall, voice warm and deep and perfectly precise.
My mother married his father when I was only little, maybe five or six. I can never quite remember. I do remember that he came to sit with me at lunchtimes after that and scared away the bullies that tried to pull my hair, and that he shared his lunch when I’d dropped mine in a puddle when I tripped while running to him to sit down. I think that I have been in love with Daniel my whole life. And when I was seventeen I told him no.
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