Mysteries Best Left Unsolved

When we were thirteen and merely friends, Leander and I were sitting on the roof of the Ten Bells and looking down on the violent street when I asked,

“So what’s the deal with your parents?” I can still remember how Leander, with a mischievous look in his eyes let a slow smile lift the corners of his mouth.

“I ate them alive,” He told me.

“Leander, I’m serious,” I responded in a laugh, “You never mention them. All I know is that they’re never around,” Half of the smile faded, leaving the other half to curl up on its own, his eyes, looking away and down at the street below where two little boys were looting through the fresh corpse that a gun fight had left on the side of the street.

“Well, I hate to disappoint you but I actually don’t know. My dad was kind of a bastard,” He sighed. “He hated us; Aury and I,”

“Don’t be si-“

“I’m not,” He stopped me quickly before I finished the sentence. “The minute they left, my mother kissed us both on the forehead and said that she loved us. Then my dad, he just dragged her away from us. He had to pull hard to make her let go. He wouldn’t even look at me,” I knew I shouldn’t have asked. I still can’t imagine how something like that feels. “I was,” Leander thought for a moment. I wanted to give him a hug and tell him that he didn’t need to keep talking about it. I really wanted to tell him that I was sorry I brought it up. But something told me that he had never talked about it with anyone before. “I was nine I think,” he finished.

“Five years ago?” I confirmed. He replied with a slow nod. “Leander, I’m so-“

“Don’t be. Really. I’m better off without them anyways. ” He interrupted me again and then stood up before walking back towards the roof door.

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