All Chapters of Blue Like The Moonlight: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Him And The Peculiar

"Good morning, Erin. I see you've slept well," the same nurse from earlier chirped, brightening his day, just a tad. No nurse could burn as bright in the dimmest of rooms as she did, for she was one of those rare glistening gems who inflicted an unmatched calibre of love for her job, even Erin. It was a bond similar to a distant aunt and nephew, which Erin truly treasured. Erin himself wore a smile, despite the dull ache in his thin cheeks. He arose as if the ongoing saga of bruises didn't cling to his back, as if he wore the same sickly smile every single day of his life. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's a bad thing. Erin can't decide. "Morning. What shot is it today?" Erin enquired, readying his arm for his usual dose of medicinal drugs. She had a yellow glint in her round eyes, pushed into thin lines as she squeezed a smile through her plump cheeks. "Actually, surprise! I threw on a few bits of cash to pay for

Last Updated : 2021-12-24

Warmth

The sun dazzlingly shone in the blue, like a diamond glimmering in the cerulean sea. With a light bounce, Uriel skipped his way home chewing some gum, kicking a few pebbles on the way. Despite nearing the demeaning mansion he called home, the toothy grin never once seeped away. His less than stellar report card clearly didn't bother him all too much. Good for him. Seeing his mother, he prepared himself for the conversation mentally, aware of the next sentence. 'I'm probably getting home-schooled.' "You're getting home-schooled." "Meh." Uriel saw it coming anyways. It was obvious, all things considered. She had been egging it on for the past few weeks, and this term's report card was undeniably the tipping point. "He'll be coming to assess you in two hours. Freshen up," she finalised, flinging her full length navy dress away from her feet,

Last Updated : 2021-12-24

Nothing Into Something

Erin went to bed that night feeling warm. A campfire warm, not the searing kind. It was so warm. Uriel made him feel both exposed and protected, seeing his eyes even when Erin thinks Uriel is looking the other way. He always sees. He always sees and is always so quiet about it. Blink, and you might miss it. Erin's learning to keep his eyes peeled. Time was slowly unraveling Erin from the knots of reality, freeing him into the universal song of life. It could not be commanded by wind as water can. Time was healing the wounds he didn't even know were bleeding. Uriel came in blind, but saw all that he needed to. He saw a friend. Erin didn't know how to exit his line of vision, and he knew he didn't want to. He loved being seen by Uriel, but there are some things Erin really doesn't want him to see if he himself hasn't figured it out yet. Erin may be a novice to friendship, but he is quite sure that the average person doesn't get the u

Last Updated : 2021-12-25

Be Blue With Me

"You need to stop being pessimistic." "Look, all I'm trying to say is, you can't bloody jump off the Burj Khalifa and not get some kind of permanent damage, if you even miraculously survived." "I don't need that kind of negativity, Erin," Uriel scoffed, walking a little faster through the virtual town. "I'm not being negative, I'm being realistic." "Whatever you say, Pessimistic Park." "You're too stupid to be scared of things you're supposed to be scared of," Erin murmured. "Too stupid," Uriel pointed, "or too smart?" "I feel like they're the same thing for you." Running to catch up with

Last Updated : 2022-01-05

Lie

"Is he gonna come or not..?" Uriel grunted, sitting atop the desk they had studied on together previously, rocking a chair out of its place with his foot. Dawdling around a little longer, he contemplated if he should go to the real world, and call Erin to remind him. "The hell? Who shows up late to something planned a day ago? He has the memory of a goldfish," he ranted beneath his breath, hopping off the desk, ready to log out. Activating his scroll, he heard a familiar shimmer, turning around in relief. Park Erin had arrived, to his pleasure. "Erin! Took your time, little weasel," Uriel chuckled, reaching out to hold his hand, though, he immediately snapped his hand away. Furrowing his brows, Uriel lucked up to meet Erin's eyes, only to receive a twitching glare. "Who shoved a stick up your ass..?" Uriel remarked, rather salty. "You're being weird." Erin still hadn't moved, or

Last Updated : 2022-01-05

Intertwine

Just before Gihyun had logged onto Erin's character, the brothers were reaching their first heated argument in a while. Erin was beyond Gihyun, absolutely downright refusing the mere idea of listening to him. He felt as if he lost his senses. "Erin, I'm serious. You need to get another round today, you can't keep putting this off; especially not for some stupid game," he asserted. "Your health is irrefutably worth more than that, so stop being difficult," Gihyun tutted. It didn't make sense to him, or to Erin, for that matter. Why put off the very thing you've worked ever so hard for? "Please, at least wait a few more hours; Uri's waiting for me to do a mission, I promised him yesterday-" "Uri this, Uri that," he mimicked distastefully. "Can we just get this done first, I think he'd understand perfectly fine that you're trying to avoid death, no?" he glared. "No, really, it wouldn't take long

Last Updated : 2022-04-13

Blurred Blue

"Uriel, please come down to your father's office," his mother ordered passively. There was no hint of happiness, nor anger laced in her vapid tone: it just sounded like grey, like nothing. Bowing lightly, Uriel submissively nodded, trudging to his father's office as he left the pampered lady behind. What could he possibly want? His father rarely spoke to him unless he was scolding him, or needed something, or both. Anxiety nipped away at his skin like the pesky cold of snow, all the way through to the pits of his stomach. Reaching the grand, oak door, he bit the inside of his cheek rather harshly, drawing the metallic tinge of blood. He shook his hand, desperate to just get this over with, so he could go visit his friend. He knocked thrice. A short moment of silence hovered incessantly over Uriel's head, weighing down heavily on his nerves. He heard a muffled voice slip through the cracks of the sound proof door, and he

Last Updated : 2022-04-13

From The Tip Of Your Pinky

Uriel had finally reached inside the plane, cosying up to the window seat. The plush seats cushioned his lean frame, and he swore he could've curled up and slept as easily as dozing away on his little couch back at his parents' house. The engines roared and the winded buffeted, it was his sky-born cradle, rocked by the winds far above the ground. Even as the engines turned, his brain relaxed into dreaming mode, there were thousands of miles to go and all he had to do was let this technological bird fly him there. The plane moved onward into the hallowed space between the heavens and Earth, the graceful bird of silver-wing. Soaring above the cotton clouds was something Uriel forever felt thrilled by. To be so high up made him feel as if nothing on Earth mattered anymore. Every second passing by only made him that much more impatient to see Erin. Dipping lower, the airplane landed upon the brightly lit tarmac, wheels kissing the earth with a small, joyous bounce.

Last Updated : 2022-04-13

Blossom In Autumn's Arms

What do the small flowers of autumn's arms do in October, in the grass, in bushes? Roses and peonies, who had bloomed to show off their true selves with leaves of green and petals of red. From spring to autumn, the clouds etch closer to the darker skies, blanketing our scenery with the cold warmth. Twigs sprawled in all directions, reaching for our sun dulled by those clouds. The landscape where nothing and everything changes, where shadows rise and fall, hover and veil, where the sun rises and sets became Uriel's view. It's not just the flowers. All kinds of flora and fauna endure this harsh time in the same way. How do we dare to compare? How so very anxious and fretful we are not, believing that all things are waiting silently like rocks against ruthless nature. How ignorant. How flimsily plastic would our patience be, not being able to stay still to fill the void of every moment within something? Uriel can only hope that in the face of autumn, he learns to b

Last Updated : 2022-04-13

Roya's Fingers Trace Your Body

"Uriel..?" It's the calm after the chaos, the peace after the war, the settling of the dust after a violent explosion. It's the first ray of sunshine after a brutal rainstorm, the stillness after an earthquake, the first new leaf sprouting from the ground after the devastation of a wildfire. The blooming flowers after a harsh winter. The promise of tomorrow, after the destruction of everything they thought they knew until yesterday. Uriel was unsure if he was even breathing, maybe even immobile. Erin couldn't quite function, either. Not a single particle of air could enter or escape their lungs right now. The entrancing pull they had felt with each other had tightened in an ultimate lock, unable to be broken. Erin swore a small glimmer infiltrated his ears, the sound of windchimes in a light breeze. Uriel stared at the boy's face a little longer, absolutely bewitched. He was even more fascinating in

Last Updated : 2022-04-13

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