kh_drabble | Challenge [285]

Challenge: [285: Jealousy]
Title: Envy is a slow burn
Word Count: 285 ((oAo woah))
Notes: these words just flew into a word document. I had no control over them and I'm not sure what any of it even means. I don't know who it is, who he's referring to or when it's happening but here you go.

He told himself, on multiple occasions, that the light was too bright. There was nothing wrong with being in his darkness, nothing wrong with his goals and the corruptness in his heart because the light burned. The light judged and stung but the darkness was cool and enveloping and he was fine without the light.

But watching them run around, watching them enjoy themselves in the burning light, laughing and smiling and being happy while he curled into himself, covered in wisps of black that staved off the shine from the light, the hollow space in his chest ached a little more. He didn’t want to go into the light, he didn’t. Did not, under any circumstances.

But he couldn’t stop that ache, couldn’t stop that budding emotion that shouldn’t even exist. Part of him undeniably wished to be in the light. Wished he could go out and run in it too, bask in its glow and not be burned, be embraced by its warmth without the pain.

A hand reached out, groped experimentally toward the image of innocence, chest achingly hollow, achingly tight as he reached further and further from the darkness, began to feel weightless with the feeling of being accepted by that which always hurt him.

And then the darkness whipped out, curled around his finger tips and there was pain, a slow sizzle upon the back of his hand and the darkness whispered to him, told him he was not meant for the light, he was better than the light, he should not even try to be one with the light. The darkness drew his hand back slowly, filled that hollow space with envy and anger until it consumed him entirely.