Let's Brick Up.

He's thinking of what she said. "Let's brick up." He doesn't understand but there's nothing he can do. He is dazed and confused and hurt and upset and angry and sad. Very sad. He lays the first slab. By doing that he realizes he's going to do as she says, and he's going to complete what he's started. He lays the second, and third brick. He hums softly, sadly, under his breath, the tune to a love song that he can no longer hear without also hearing her voice. The first layer is complete. That one line of Hey Jude is put on repeat in his head. "Take a sad song, and make it better." Na na na nananana, nananana, hey JUDE! It doesn't seem so difficult now, the bricks seem to have gotten lighter somehow. And there he goes, layer upon layer. And then his feet are doing a little jig, and his head is bobbing to the tune of I Am The Walrus! Goo goo g'joob! And then he begins giggling and is laughing so hard he drops a brick or two. He can barely contain his mirth. It's all making perfect sense to him and everything feels so... right, somehow. It is the last layer now and he has to go up on tiptoes and struggle to lay each brick. And like a machine he continues brick after brick because it doesn't matter anymore. Not his sadness or his happiness or anything. He set the last brick and then nothing mattered anymore. His wall of bricks set in mortar and tears was complete and nothing could get at him. The world and none of the people in it could affect him now. "Let's brick up," she said.