LOGINA phone lay on his desk. His head was bowed over the bed while his eyelids carried a weight of doubt and contemplation. It made his body go completely limp as his mind wandered off to a land that didn't require straight A’s or anything at all.“Why do they hate me so much?” Josh’s voice was hoarse and he was unable to find his full strength.To the outside world, he was the perfect version of what everyone wanted. But in his mind, he could not deny the sharp sting he felt every time his vision landed on Tristan. It didn’t mean there was a connection between them. If there was, he felt he had to cut it with scissors.His head lifted slowly. His vision was clouded with tears that never made it down his cheeks, though they dampened the pillow fabric.Kring! Kring! Kring!Who could be calling Josh?He reached for the phone with arms that remained steady and precise. He grabbed it like a stone one might pick up from beneath their feet. He pressed the phone to his ear.“Josh, you have to be
Josh woke up to the sun’s radiation biting his skin. His lids fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the mischievous light spilling through his window.He half-expected Tristan to be there, rattling his fist against the transparent glass so they could have another session of talking—talking about things that made his heart flutter, a dangerous pink color attacking the iron barriers of his chest.His fingers pressed over his eyelids as he rubbed them. A memory replayed in his mind over and over again: Dylan’s hands raking into his flesh.It felt as if his stepfather's touch carried a dark energy, sending a violent shock of electricity straight through his body.He forced his eyes open and reminded himself that he could not be like this. He needed to stop, because this feeling was a disease that would rot the butterfly wings fluttering inside his stomach.But the terrifying words River had spoken last night kept echoing in his head. He knew what he felt whenever he was close to
The sky over the city had turned a bruised, violent purple, and the rain thundered against the roof of the car with a deafening roar and the memory with Tristan earlier faded.Inside the luxury sedan, the cold air that lurked inside was biting every time Josh breath.Josh sat huddled in the passenger seat, his breath hitching in his chest as the creepy silence between him and his stepbrother grew tight.Why was River here? Josh wondered frantically. It was never River who picked him up from school.it was always the family driver. The sudden change in routine felt like a trap, a script that he didn’t read of the confrontation currently unfolding in the confusion.River’s hands were clamped onto the steering wheel with such white-knuckled intensity that the leather groaned under the pressure. The sheer force of his presence seemed to warp the very air around him and he threw it all away before he could even felt Tristan’s eyes that made his heart throb.Josh can felt River’s mind con
"Help! Josh, where are you!" Tristan’s voice cut clearly through the darkness. Josh was frantically reaching out, searching for a hand to hold. He didn’t know where Tristan was and he couldn't bring himself to answer. His throat was bone-dry, and his vision was swallowed by pitch black. Beneath him, the floor felt like cracking stone, twisting into hair-like symbols that chilled him to the bone. "I don't know where you are, Tristan! Just stay put. Don't fall! We’re still on the stage, not the floor," Josh warned. He was terrified that Tristan might stumble and fall straight into the blades of death. "Okay, got it. We should probably just stay still until the lights come back on. Hopefully, Jesus has mercy on us." Tristan was right, but Josh’s hands had just brushed against something hard and moving. His grip tightened instinctively, his muscles locking up because he couldn't tell what he was holding onto. "Josh, is that you? I can feel your hand. You’re really grabbing onto m
“No, no he can’t find out about the bruises right on my neck.” Josh stared in front of a mirror reflecting his image. His nose and his perfect lids, his straight hair that was replaced by a disgusted form of a raccoon’s fur that made his stomach twist.His head dropped above the mirror. His shirt and pants laid on the pavement and they had gotten circumstanced by Josh’s internal scramble.“I’m perfect! I’m in control! Every movement I make is correctly symmetrical!” He muttered under his breath.His lids slowly forced their way closed. Then all of a sudden his shoulder started to feel the weight of a feather and it affected his bones then his skin shredded and struggled to move.He turned around and jumped right into his messy sheets of bed.Darkness conquered his sight.——His foot stepped inside the hallway and felt the heavy gaze revolving around his head. His airpods were intact in his ears and nobody could pull them out of his hearing sense or else they would receive a blowing ha
His hand leaned against Josh’s back like a failing brake. He was the only thing stopping the fall, the only thing preventing Josh from crashing against the hard ground.On the other side, Josh let his gaze fall open.Tristan’s face appeared before him, miraculously spotless. His nose seemed to command every inch of his features, perfectly placed, like something carved where clouds could sweeten and harden into bone. The image echoed in Josh’s mind like an angel calling for help. Strands of Tristan’s messy hair had fallen over his forehead, brushing against his skin.Josh’s side of the room felt unbelievably glorious. Tristan’s face shimmered under the glow of the ceiling lights.“Are you fine, Mr. President?” Tristan asked. His voice sounded… vulnerable.Josh felt his old defenses rising again, like something sharp crawling back into place. He wondered why fate kept doing this to them.“Yes, I am fine,” Josh said, though his voice shook despite his effort to sound firm.“Are you sure?


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