Bright doesn't like Ephram; he
doesn't hide that fact.
Eprham doesn't like Bright either and the two couldn't
be happier with the situation.
It's the little things that Bright hates the most. The
way the city kids cozies up to his little sister. Because Ephram isn't good
enough for Amy, because Colin is and always will be Amy's love.
Unconscious or not.
Maybe Bright doesn't like that either.
He knows his sister is using Ephram and he knows his
sister knows he knows. She plays her innocent face, though, and would never
admit to sweet talking or to playing the cards. And it's a game that Amy plays
like a champion.
She's used to getting what she wants and Bright fears
deep down beyond conscious thought that Ephram will be used and then discarded.
But Bright knows he doesn't care and Ephram feels the
same way. He likes it that way. They like it that way.
But if things were different then maybe it all could
change. It wouldn't be a small change, though. The world would surely have to
tip on its axis to grant these changes.
It was all falling down anyway as it was.
And sometimes when their gazes would meet, behind
malice and sarcasm and insults through narrowed gazes, Bright would look, really
look, of no conscious thought at all, right into Ephram's eyes.
And there was so much they could see, in that instant,
in a moment that was discarded in a flurry of motion.
Because if things weren't the way they were, for Bright
Abbott and Ephram Brown, then he was sure that he could.
The end