The World— A Cruel Place—Blurry vision— eyes soaked wet with tears; Travis locked his eyes on the two boys who were now shouting at him. Somewhere in the distance, Sam was smiling victoriously, taking videos and pictures of Travis as his body began to tremble. "Hey stop it!" Jaden and Daniel synchronously blurted, getting up from their seats. The two boys just stood there and laughed their eyes out, daring Travis and his friends to do something to them. A cacophony of murmurs began to fill the cafeteria — everyone was curious about what was to occur next, including Sam who was silently cackling evilly, unaware that he was also being watched. "No…there are so many of them! They are looking at me!" A trembling Travis said to himself swiftly after his eyes had scanned the room. His own breath was strangling itself from his system— his lips instantly turned pale blue as he took tard steps away. "Travis!" Someone called and he couldn't make out who. His vision had suddenly become blu
"Almost done! Just a little touch-up!" A focused Travis hissed as his slim fingers made shades of lines on a portrait he had been drawing. He carefully made a four with his legs that were nervously trembling as he traced his pencil on the portrait— afraid that he'd make a mistake. He stopped for a brief moment and went on to take a sip of orange juice. "And-d-d…done!" He expressed happily while exhaling deep breaths of relief. His eyes that were glowing with glee averted themselves from the portrait, towards a void of blackness that was decorated by birthstone-blue stars in the shapes of pentagrams. He admiringly stared at the breathtaking stars that were twinkling at him like little pulses of light. All stars were victoriously flashing and flickering like bejewelled grains of sand, allowed to sparkle in silence. Sensing as relief trailed down in the deepest parts of his system, Travis released a loud, sonorous sigh that for some reason made him throw out peals of giggles. His eye
"I don't know…he sounded like he was in distress!" An anxious Travis who was eating off his fingernails while he swung back and forth on the rocking chair, hissed with uncertainty under his breath. His eyes were sadly, yet carefully looking at the blue screen of his phone that had published David's contact details in bold letters. He was nervously whispering inaudible words while breathing heavily with eagerness that had stuffed itself in the chambers of his lungs. At this point, his heart had skipped multiple beats whilst he was squabbling with his heart, trying to reach a preferred conclusion, whether or not he should call David. His merciless brain could not help but once again, play all the unwelcoming, poisonous feelings that had punctured in the depths of his soul, last night when he had called David. Despair and curiosity have already embraced his system— instead of being thrilled, he is worried that he might have done something wrong. There was something in David's voice th
"Hey, are you okay?" Travis investigated David, a second the car had screeched to a halt. He looked apprehensively at him and with just a nod, David replied without much enthusiasm. "Hurry up! They're about to close!" Clasping Travis's hand, Arthur hissed while pulling with him to the entrance of the theatre building. David slowly walked behind them, whilst he sadly watched their closeness. His heart broke a little more, he felt like walking away— far from where his eyes couldn't witness the two become close. Getting inside the theatre, the three instantly found vacant seats and suddenly when David's heart was starting to calm down, Jiyeon appeared from nowhere and abruptly placed her hands around Travis's arm, while looking directly into his eyes. "What…? Why isn't he reacting?" David hissed silently while frowning at Arthur beside him who didn't move an inch when Jiyeon was becoming too close to Travis. "Or was I wrong? They're not…dating?" He calculated once again. "I have some
"My heart, explained!" "Is it normal to kiss a friend?" Words that sounded poisonous, stealthily escaped from Travis's lips as he glared at the blue screen of his phone, there on the internet, where he has been reading tons of replies to his question— a question he badly wanted to be replied to. He did not know why, but his heart was pounding crazily against his chest— so loud and demanding, it raced towards the depths of his throat blocking all the possible air pathways in his system. His whole body was under the embrace of a mixture of deadly emotions which he did not know how to distinguish and analyse. His eyes were awfully dilated; sweat was covering every part of his face— so wet as if someone had poured water all over it. He nervously bit his lower lip immediately after he had swallowed a huge gulp of water from the bottle which he instantly put on the table when another reply popped up. "It is absolutely not normal to be kissed by a friend unless they breathe romantic air f
[His Eyes!]TRAVIS'S POV: "Perfect! Just beautiful!" I happily exhaled one deep breath immediately when my eyes had landed on the azure sky that was decorated by beautiful, fluffy clouds that were beginning to break off their rendezvous. I felt a gummy, bright smile swiftly publish itself on my features as I walked down a lane that was decorated by beautiful verbena. Each tip of the flowers danced gracefully to the gentle breeze that had produced a beautiful song. Merriment caressed every one of my veins, before washing itself up on my system, feeding it with glee that I was discouraged to ignore. The bright sun did not dare to leave my side — it followed every movement I made and this greatly fascinated me because I felt…safe, walking under the sun. Every face I bumped into along the way was confused by a smile I wore as I walked and honestly, I understood why they were confused. Well, today was the day David and I agreed to meet for our tutoring session. The decision was hasty —
"Babe!" The word rang in the depths of Travis's head for the millionth time now. There, his legs began to tremble in his boots. Everything around him started to float as if he were on a ship carried away by a strong current. Out of the blue, his whole body was embraced by shivers that sent the sharpness of coldness throughout his system. Flabbergast — Horror — Confusion; or anything that anyone could think of, was imprinted on Travis's face as he watched an unknown man walk in the direction of David, gently clasping a bouquet of roses in his firm, strong hands. His face glowed as the beams of the setting sun were playfully dancing on every feature of his face. Travis's heart had almost stopped functioning properly, he wouldn't stop looking at David for at least an explanation or any different reaction from just staring at the man. David was quietly standing there, next to Travis and without saying anything, he accepted the bouquet that seemed to be heavy for his hands. "It's been
[Mr M Is Calling!] A pair of dark brown eyes, those belonging to a terrified David, hurriedly dilated, immense aghast swimming in their pupils as they slyly observed the mysterious and ominous shadows as they carelessly moved around in a house that was as big as a barn — so luxurious and fantastically built, with bright lights illuminating every space. DAVID — there, he was sitting still in the car while daring himself not to move an inch of his body. His lips had slightly parted as his heart skipped beats before hammering vehemently against the walls of his chest — there, where cold air had decided to bite into his lungs, leaving little fresh air for his system. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to flee this instant, but he remained glued to the seat of the car, his eyes glaring at Sean who found his reaction satisfying, for he was laughing like a drain, ensuring that the waves of his voice attached themselves into David's ears. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't you dare