Scars of the Heart

by illiet

A modern day setting of Francis and his lover Arthur. On his way over to his boyfriends apartment his mind starts to wander about the way Arthur treats him. This is something I wrote for my friend at the beginning of the school year, and I finally decided to clean it up! It's the first chapter, so if you like it and want more, please tell me! Thanks a lot for reading!

The train moved down the line, rattling along the tracks at a swift pace. It cut through the city full of its bustling people moving through their mundane lives. They were bumble bees in a bee hive, droned into the daily routine. Life must have been so boring for them.

None of them were anything like him; he was the oasis in the desert. Life was filled with excitement and happiness around every corner. Optimistic to a fault nothing could damper his mood, is what he told himself.

But aches on the arm would remind him and so, despite what he would often say his mind would often linger off to a certain topic. About his boyfriend and how when he got ma- No. He wouldn't think about this. Arthur had all the reason in the world to be like that. It was his own fault saying the stupid things to upset him. Arthur wasn't bad at all; he really was a genuine guy. Yes, he was quiet, moody, and bitter but that was his charm. The type you had to open up yourself, and get used to his um, quirks.

The train shuddered to a stop, making Francis slightly jolt forward. After regaining his footing, he walked off onto the platform. He headed toward Arthur's apartment in an exited hurry. Even thought it was in what would be considered a severely poor neighborhood, it didn't matter just as long as Arthur was there. When he had arrived he knocked on the door and not surprisingly nobody answered, so he knocked again to be greeted with utter silence. He took out the spare key he had begged Arthur for a few months ago and unlocked the handle. Inside, he saw a woman's jacket hanging off the corner of a chair and he assumed that it was Elle's.

She was always there it seemed and it slightly bothered Francis but he put it out of mind. Arthur had told him that she worked with him and that's all he needed to know. When he continued to go on and question what work Arthur did, Arthur slapped him and told him to shut up and it was none of his concern whatsoever. Francis sat down on the beat up old couch, and he reached up and touched his cheek. When Arthur slapped him it hadn't been that hard, not as hard as he had hit him before, but it left him to wonder what his love's profession was. So, as he sat there and waited his mind began to drift off into random thoughts and be it from thinking too much or the long day at work he soon slouched back and was fast asleep.