Later that night:A finger rhythmically tapped on the table, filling the whole room with ominous air. Arthur sat in a chair opposite his grandmother, whose head was leaning back on the chair, looking up, lost in thought.Her eyes were closed while her chest heaved, releasing the heaviness from her lungs. Right there, Arthur’s eyes were glued to the tongues of the fire, which were vigorously crashing into each other in the fireplace, not far from where he sat. From the fire, he shifted his glance to his grandmother, whose figure was slightly buried in the dark.He watched as the brightness of the fire illuminated her fairly wrinkled face, her pursed lips that were painted by a deep crimson lipstick, and a forehead that was decorated by the wrinkles of deep thought. “Just what are you thinking?” Arthur silently asked, whilst his eyes glided down on his grandmother’s figure, reading and following all her steady, yet anxious movements as she swayed in the chair.His eyes dilated as he beg
Air at last!Breathing heavily, Travis expressed through his clenched teeth, his eyes closing tightly as soon as the sun touched his face. Tears stung his eyes, making his vision blurry as soon as he opened them. He unconsciously lifted his head at the azure sky and allowed the wind to carelessly leave traces of kisses on his blushing skin.The heart? Well, it was flattering violently with long, suppressed happiness. Eyelids trembled as he tried to fight his tears, and in the end, he won. This…is freedom. This is the taste of freedom. This is where he could breathe.Freedom, the most important thing his heart has been yearning for, and finally, it could embrace it as if it let go, life would not make sense. Of course, it would not. “This!” He whispered to himself, his lips quivering into a smile while his fingers slowly balled into a pressure-free fist. “This is what it feels like to breathe!” He thought, a chuckle flying out of his trembling lips.There, his figure began to quake; a
Eyelids tremble as sleep starts fading into thin air. With a jolt, Travis woke up, feeling the threads of last night’s dream brush away into the back of his head, where he might have to use his energy to recall its details.For a moment, he did not know where he was. His cheek was tightly pressed against the cold floor while his hands spread in all directions. Timidly, his eyes opened and were swiftly welcomed by the glistening beams of the morning sun, which lent a hand in chasing away his sleep.Standing up straight on the floor, Travis shivered as he looked around him. Relief washed in when he realised that he was in his bedroom and nowhere else. For some reason, he felt the need to get away as soon as possible, not after last night’s dream.Yes, he did dream a lot! “Mother was warning me. She wants me not to show my weakness.” He whispered through clenched teeth from the cold. He shook his head and listened to his body; he examined every corner, if not all, of his body. No, there
The silence dragged on. The air suddenly became cold; it was so hushed that Travis’s chest began heaving with anxiety. “David!” He called, but there was no answer from the other end. Ensuring that none of them had disconnected the phone, Travis took the phone from his ear and briefly stared at the screen.No, the call was not disconnected, but why did David not answer him when he called? “Da…?”“Travis, I miss you!” David suddenly said. His voice was breaking as if he had been crying. “David, are you okay?” Travis asked, but there, the very same silence lingered in the air once again.“Don’t worry, I am okay. I w-will call you back, okay?” David replied only after a minute. Before Travis could say anything, the call was disconnected. Travis was left holding the phone with a trembling hand, his mouth agape with words playing hide and seek in the back of his throat.“What now?” He whispered, and soon after, a chuckle rang out of his mouth. Biting his lower lip, Travis threw the phone on
A bird chorus filled the whole room, sharply yanking Travis from his deep sleep. The first thing that greeted him was a sharp, hot, and piercing pain that pulsated in the middle of his head. There, his heart hammered itself against his wobbly chest wall as he felt the pain start to spread throughout his brain.His ears throbbed with pain as if someone had been pulling them. Standing up straight on the bed, Travis clutched at his hair while he took deep breaths. The room around him was swirling, as if on a merry-go-round.There, he tried to open his eyes, but the morning beams of the sun were just too sharp, too demanding of him to keep his eyes closed. A groan escaped his dry, chapped lips as he maneuvered to calm his wild heart, but nothing came of it.One more time, he tried to at least open his eyes, and this time he could. Nothing stayed still, walls seemed to be in the embrace of shadows that kept on dancing in his eyes. Everything he saw was either standing still or just swaying
TRAVIS FUJIRIKI PARK“Travis-s-s!” An omnipresent voice whispered in the depths of Travis’s ears, whose vision was blurred and swam, as if the ground would not stay still. There, his feet heavily dragged on the floor with lazy thuds that shyly fell after the other, afraid that further steps would mark the end of his journey. No, the journey did not have to end yet; it had to continue until he reached his bedroom, where he would be under its warm embrace. He had to!“One…more s-step…!” His lips refused to part. They were as heavy as lead. No, he could not feel them, but in his mind, words played hide and seek. “I can’t f-feel my face…! Help-p me…!” Words buttered themselves against the cages of his throbbing brain. He tried; he definitely tried to open his mouth and scream, but the only part of his body that seemed to obey him was his feet. His tongue tingled as he felt every corner of his body start to fail. “Not there yet…!” A desperate whisper, only he could hear. The world arou