Fallen: Going, going gone

Going, going gone

Tay sat down beside his older brother and ran his hands through his hair, pondering what to say. Ike was oblivious to the fact Taylor was even there. The past few days had killed Taylor, to see his brother like this. It was terrible, Ike was a mess. No one, not even his mom who was a pro with matters of the heart, could think of a single thing to say to help ease Ike’s pain. Tay cleared his throat. Ike didn’t even flinch. ‘Ike?’ No response. ‘Ike?’ Tay tried again. ‘Mmmmm?’ ‘Uh, how are you?’ Ike turned to his brother. ‘How do you reckon I am?’ he snapped. Tay recoiled as if he’d been slapped. ‘Sorry.’ He muttered. ‘Oh, Tay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you!’ Ike apologized. ‘It’s ok.’ The two sat in silence for a minute or two. ‘You know, Lacey hated me to start with. She couldn’t stand any of us.’ Ike said, pulling his knees up to his chin. ‘Yeah. I thought she was a real bitch.’ ‘She apologized for that you know. At the lake that day.’ Tay nodded. ‘I told her I liked her then too. Maybe that’s why she left. Maybe she was scared of me.’ ‘No Ike. You know that’s not true. She loved you, she just lost the ability to be able to feel it. It wasn’t your fault. Or hers.’ Ike remained silent. ‘Ike?’ ‘Yeah Tay?’ ‘Me and Zac are always here for you. You know that, don’t you?’ ‘Thanks Tay. It means a lot to me.’ ‘Anytime.’ Tay stood and walked back into the house.

A few days later as Ike was packing his bag for Hanson’s short tour of the west coast, he came across Lacey’s letter which he had tucked safely behind his bed and out of the many prying Hanson eyes. Sighing, he slumped down on the bed and unfolded it. The writing was so badly smudged from the time he’d first read it, but he knew what it said anyway. ‘Oh Lace.’ He whispered to the empty bedroom. He wondered if she would come back for him, or if he’d never see her again. The possibility cut like a knife. A lifetime without Lacey. A nightmare. It had only been two weeks since she left, and three months since he’d first met her. It seemed like a whole lifetime. Before the tears could escape him, he folded the letter back up and placed it back behind his bed. ‘I miss you Lacey.’ He whispered softly.

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