"Petrichor!" Travis silently hissed albeit gritting his teeth while his eyes were slyly and closely observing a group of clouds as they were angrily floating in one direction — so ugly and grey. The boy impatiently watched as buildings and trees sharply passed by, outside the car window. There, he quietly sat in the back, his eyes never releasing themselves from the sky that was rapidly becoming tar black whilst at the same time receiving a small, yet "beautiful" decoration from the flashing lightning that was lighting the whole sky like fireworks. On the boy's trembling left hand was a tissue paper which he tightly held. Inside of it was a pill that adequately made his blood boil with rage and fear. Never for once did he look down on his hand — he seemed paralyzed. "She won't know…!" He silently cried as he further tightened his grip on the tissue paper — the boy was not going to let go until it was broken into pieces and it finally did. He quickly released an air of relief through
"Was it too deep that he refused to answer any of my texts or calls? Is this when our friendship goes to die all because of my silly mistake?" Travis, whose heart was beating slow in tempo and broken to uncountable pieces, silently cried as he rested his head on the table. His bloodshot eyes were looking out of the window where he sadly watched the tar-coloured, huge clouds release streams of tears that delicately touched the ground and trees whose leaves were dancing to the rhythms of the wind — as usual. Beat by beat, his heart was increasing speed — he suddenly felt like he was dying. His body was shivering like he had been struck by a bullet until he failed to control the movements that his body tried to coordinate. He was suffocating — non-stop, the boy never found a break from blaming himself for the downfall of his friendship with David. Of course, he had been trying again to call him last night, countless times that made him believe that David must not want anything from him
[ MISUNDERSTOOD WORDS LINGER TOGETHER IN A GAME OF LOVE! ]•••Hushed — completely quiet. The art room was ambushed by a heartbreaking, rude blue code of silence, however, this seemed to be fine with Travis. The whole spacious compartment was well-kept and neat; it did not look like it was a room no longer in use and of course, that was all thanks to Travis and David. "No one has landed a hand on you, I see!" Travis quietly growled as soon as his eyes caught his mother's portrait still in the same place he had left it. Releasing a deep, oppressed sigh, the boy shuffled close towards the stools that were carefully put around a table with only an empty vase and released an exhausted sigh as he placed his bottoms on one of the chairs. "Looks like it is only you and I, again! It will always be…!" Wearing a weak smile, Travis lazily breathed whilst looking at the painting of his mother as he felt all the energy leaving him. "I knew that I would find you here!" David's voice suddenly blu
“Kiss me!” There, Sam confidently spoke as he mischievously took a step closer to David, whilst wearing a beaming, treacherous smile that softly blinded the boy who blankly watched him approach. David froze on the spot and gulped as soon as his ears captured Sam's words. A frown was standing between his eyes, while rushing to spread across his forehead. “W-what…?” Completely taken aback, David whispered a query, tilting his head to the right as his eyes buried themselves deep into Sam's eyes — Sam who was forever smiling. His cheeks were blooming, shameless as delight encouraged his eyelids to tremble. “Come on, David, don't tell me you're shy. The last time I checked, you did not mind at all! Who knows, maybe it'll be more sweet than Travis's?” Sam squealed happily as soon as he stopped just a step away from David. The boy was truly speechless — he tried so much to take account of every word Sam had aired but there was nothing. His frown deepened when he witnessed Sam take that on
[ Late Night At The Park Mansion! ]“She came back really early tonight. Or is it that Mrs Lee did not keep her word? What will I say to her…?” An agitated Travis who was nervously entwining his fingers together as he flew down a trail of shimmering stairs, silently huffed, whilst his lips slightly trembled as he thought of words to speak to his grandmother. It was already past eight thirty pm and his grandmother had called for him — he was scared because that was the first thing she did as soon as she walked in the house from work. Travis could feel his legs become numb, his system was evilly paralyzed by fear — all that he could think of was Mrs Lee's warning to him. His grandmother usually came home around eleven pm. What if Mrs Lee told Mrs Park everything?The boy simply knew what would happen if that was the case, if Mrs Lee opened her mouth about what happened earlier today at school. Right there, Travis kept hoping and praying for a way out — he was terrified for God's sake.
The shimmering, gold beams of the sun magnificently, almost carefully landed on his skin that quickly glowed with enchanting glee. Hushed — it was completely quiet, only the gentle breeze sang its songs, deep into his ears, making him fall deeper into an abyss of his dreams — so delicate. His eyelids trembled terribly just when he felt the cold shamelessly kiss his skin — how rude! His heart was lazily humming a song, so soft and calm, it made him believe that he was at peace. He was —However, his peace was quickly disrupted when his ears caught a door open with a terrifying creak, as if the person opening was a criminal and he was going to be a victim of a lurid crime. His heart skipped a beat as agahst enveloped his system — it was only for a moment. What was he going to do? He was still drawn to his dream, how was he going to protect himself? A frown swiftly replaced the tranquility that had been buried on his face and now, worry was making itself known across his features. “On
The time for exams was arriving — little by little, the week quickly came. Everyone was busy preparing for the exams — they even went out of their comfort zones and dared to extend their time at school, staying behind and doing revisions. Travis and David were among those who wanted to go beyond. The boys had swiftly forgotten about an incident that took place four days ago — at least David still kept it within the chambers of his heart and he was quietly investigating whatever that he witnessed. It was no longer a problem for Travis because for some reason, his grandmother gave him full permission to stay behind to study and promised that she would talk with Mr Sok. The two boys were alone in the art room, their usual place. They have been studying mathematics since it was announced that it'll be the first subject they are going to open the examinations with. “...and don't forget to always check your numbers more than once, just to be sure of your answers.” David, who was sitting a
The time for exams was arriving — little by little, the week quickly came. Everyone was busy preparing for the exams — they even went out of their comfort zones and dared to extend their time at school, staying behind and doing revisions. Travis and David were among those who wanted to go beyond. The boys had swiftly forgotten about an incident that took place four days ago — at least David still kept it within the chambers of his heart and he was quietly investigating whatever that he witnessed. It was no longer a problem for Travis because for some reason, his grandmother gave him full permission to stay behind to study and promised that she would talk with Mr Sok. The two boys were alone in the art room, their usual place. They have been studying mathematics since it was announced that it'll be the first subject they are going to open the examinations with. “...and don't forget to always check your numbers more than once, just to be sure of your answers.” David, who was sitting a