The table was silent. Everyone was eating there food and no
one was looking at Ty, except for Kit. The Blackthorn’s had tried to have a
nice meal for Ty’s birthday but the first without Livvy was becoming too
painful to bare. Cristina was trying to make pleasant conversation with Mark
and Emma but the words came out dead. Julian sat at the table head in his hands
his meal untouched. Emma leant over to whisper something to him and with a sigh
he scrapped some of the food into his mouth.
Ty hadn’t said a word the whole meal, in fact he hadn’t
moved since taking the seat next to Kit. His eyes were just fixed on the plate
not really looking at the food just trapped in a situation he wanted out of. He
had told Kit the night before he didn’t want anything for his birthday, that he
didn’t want anything for his birthday ever again. But when you have a family
around you that love you dearly they weren’t going to let your sixteenth pass
without some recognition. Kit just hated seeing the pain etched into ever line
of Ty’s face, the way his frown had deepened and his jaw had locked in place.
This was agony for him.
“I think we’re done with dinner,” Julian said weakly. He
stood stiffly collecting the plates up and making his way from the room. Emma
followed him. Kit almost rolled his eyes, the two of them had almost completely
given up the pretence of their non-existent relationship in the aftermath.
Which meant they were happier despite everything. But today was not a day for
rolling eyes. Kit glanced at Ty again seeing his arm shifting slightly at his
side. There was a light tapping on the table, a strict rhythm beating out over
and over again.
In the other room there was a crash and a curse from Julian.
Dru sat opposite wiping her face as a couple of tears had escaped. Grief was
painful, Kit knew that but he couldn’t help but feel like an intruder. This was
a family in mourning, and they’d be in mourning from now on. Only problem he
had was that he hadn’t known Livvy long enough, sure they’d shared a hasty kiss
that meant nothing but he didn’t know her. He couldn’t even say what her
favourite colour was. But Ty had asked him to be there, and that had decided
everything for him. He had suggested missing it but Ty had clamped down on that
Julian re-entered looked round the room and said, “Cake’s
It was a declaration that woke up the table slightly. Even
Diana perked up and she looked almost as miserable as Julian had. Emma entered
with a cake shaped suspiciously like a book with sixteen candles flickering
away. A rousing chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ was attempted but fell flat almost
like a funeral dirge. The cake was right in front of Ty but he still didn’t
move. Candles were dripping wax onto the icing but Ty didn’t move.
Then he lifted one hand up from his lap and pushed the cake
away. His hand was quivering and so were his lips. Without thinking Kit reached
out and placed his hand on top of Ty’s. Grey eyes met his and Kit could see the
tears swimming ready to tip over. Ty laced his fingers into Kit’s and Kit
squeezed, he had to feel it, really feel it.
“Can I go now?” Ty whispered his voice so vulnerable Kit
wanted to hug him there and then. To grip him tight and not let go, let him
know that the world may have lost a warrior but heaven had gained an angel.
That he would be there for him forever if necessary because Livvy wasn’t going
to be. No one replied to Ty so he leant over to Kit and rested his head on his
shoulder. Kit wrapped his arms around him tight aware that everyone was
watching but let them watch, he wasn’t going to be ashamed to comfort his
boyfriend, not that any of them knew that. Ty shook with sobs and Kit just
stayed there letting them shake him too.