LOGINBACK TO SCHOOLMorning came hastily without warning, but that alone was enough for Travis, whose heart could not stop jingling with mirth. Today, the schools were reopening, and for the first time in his life, he was happy to go back. There, he knew he would be free, no watchful eyes on him, and most importantly, he was finally going to see his boyfriend after so many days without contact.“He must have his reasons. Afterall, his mother is sick and needs his attention now and then.” Pacifying his heart before it went wild, Travis thought whilst getting himself dressed in his school uniform. Looking at himself in the mirror, he paused to smell the sweet scent on his blazer, and his mind quickly recalled David’s smile.He knew he had to hurry and leave; there was nothing left for him to do in the house.All thoughts of the disconnection between them flew out of his head as he rushed downstairs quietly, to be sure the owner of the house did not see or hear him.“Travis.” A familiar grave
Nothing.Absolutely nothing happened. No questions were asked. Life happened, and moved on like nothing had taken place in the Park Mansion. The days slipped away, and soon only one remained before the school reopened again. Poor Travis’s heart ached with restless longing. He could almost feel the warmth of his boyfriend’s arms, imagine the comfort of his embrace, and picture the joy of finally showering him with love once more.With mirth, his heart jingled in the center of his chest, ready to pop out anytime. However, something else overtook his senses, and that was the emotion he loathed the most, anxiety. It surfaced at the back of his throat, ready to clutter his system with venom.“He still hasn’t called or replied to my texts. It feels like I am forcing him…to love me, be in a relationship with me.” Travis silently said as he looked up at the ceiling, his smile dwindling while thoughts swam in every direction in his head. “What if…no! No what-ifs. He would have told me if he di
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