Post by henry ignatius dresden on Feb 18, 2015 14:47:07 GMT -5
And I think you should know this You deserve much better than me
What was he even thinking? He had no idea why he would have agreed to his brother's demands to move to New York City two years ago. It seemed like it was some sort of wonderful opportunity for Alaric to get out there and explore the world, or just follow his girlfriend because he didn't want to lose her. But at the same time, Henry just wasn't sure why his brother would make just a demand like this. He never asked him for anything, and he never needed to because he knew better. They didn't come from money, they didn't really have money to spend in the first place. But somehow, they manage to get plane tickets and travel across the Atlantic to make to New York. And they haven't left yet. And he still wonders how they are even going to mange in a city like this. At least in Winchester, Henry knew what was happening, he knew where he was going. But here, he didn't have a bloody clue. It was still a maze to him, wondering what people were doing, what they were thinking. It was a complete and utter mess. It was terrible and he still didn't like it, but he was here for his brother. Because he knew his brother, he would come to terms that this might have not been the best idea in the first place. That it might have been better to stay in their home town and just hope something along the way that their parents come to their rescue. Or well that's what Henry would imagine at some point. But he knew better than to think that his parents would come looking for them. They haven't yet and he's going to be still waiting until the end of time to even figure out if they would even show their faces to them. It seemed foolish, but there was always hope that maybe their father would finally realize that he might need to see his sons, maybe before he died, or just out of the blue that he needed to see them. Who knows what the reason would be, but Henry always believed that sometimes things just happen, whether you like them or not. And well people would just move forward with what ever was thrown their way. Just like he grew accustomed to his new surroundings. Its what he did, its what he has known for his entire life. Not every place is going to feel like home when you're moving about from different place to different place, but as along as he has his brother, it's home to them.
Henry wandered the busy streets of New York still wondering what there even was to do. He never really did anything here besides make his way to the restaurant to work. And he only worked nights when it was busy because it paid more. But at this time of day, he was off the clock and work was out of mind for him. He didn't even want to think about it. Even though he hadn't walked for ages to just roam and figure things out. He had been so worried about how they were going to pay for housing and how Alaric was going to pay for his tuition for school. All sort of stress there, but somehow they managed. By some miracle apparently. Who the hell knows how they managed that, but they did. Henry though knew it would probably kill him in the long run. It was just one of those things that distracted him from what he really wanted in life, and he still didn't really know. It was just something that would pop up for him somewhere along the way, settle down, have a family. Not worry about Alaric, yet he would always worry about him. He was his baby brother, he had taken care of him since they were little, he watched out for him, made sure things were good for him while they ventured through the foster system across the Atlantic. They've gone through hell and back and manged to get this far. So in the long run they seemed to be doing alright for now. Though Henry always had an unsettling feeling that things weren't going to be alright. But maybe it was just him and the experience he has gone through. He took a long drag of the cigarette he was smoking and then dropped it on the ground, smashing the bud with foot to make sure it was out before continuing on his way to no where. His hands were in his pockets and Henry looked the part of any New Yorker would. Wanting to be alone and not be bothered, but he felt like that might not have happened. He was sure it was going to happen somewhere along the way as he continued to walk.
Henry wandered the busy streets of New York still wondering what there even was to do. He never really did anything here besides make his way to the restaurant to work. And he only worked nights when it was busy because it paid more. But at this time of day, he was off the clock and work was out of mind for him. He didn't even want to think about it. Even though he hadn't walked for ages to just roam and figure things out. He had been so worried about how they were going to pay for housing and how Alaric was going to pay for his tuition for school. All sort of stress there, but somehow they managed. By some miracle apparently. Who the hell knows how they managed that, but they did. Henry though knew it would probably kill him in the long run. It was just one of those things that distracted him from what he really wanted in life, and he still didn't really know. It was just something that would pop up for him somewhere along the way, settle down, have a family. Not worry about Alaric, yet he would always worry about him. He was his baby brother, he had taken care of him since they were little, he watched out for him, made sure things were good for him while they ventured through the foster system across the Atlantic. They've gone through hell and back and manged to get this far. So in the long run they seemed to be doing alright for now. Though Henry always had an unsettling feeling that things weren't going to be alright. But maybe it was just him and the experience he has gone through. He took a long drag of the cigarette he was smoking and then dropped it on the ground, smashing the bud with foot to make sure it was out before continuing on his way to no where. His hands were in his pockets and Henry looked the part of any New Yorker would. Wanting to be alone and not be bothered, but he felt like that might not have happened. He was sure it was going to happen somewhere along the way as he continued to walk.
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