Everyday it felt like more and more rain clouds were crowding over Arthur. Pressuring him to cry, sober with no limit. Instead, he smiled. As a way to protect him from rumors and broken promises.
Chapter One
It was another chilling December in England. Fiery red auburn leaves laid sunken depths below pure white blankets of merged snowflakes. And as dawn broke through a sea of blackened blue sky, a certain blond rose from his deep, silent slumber.
Cracking open his eyes, he yawned. Bringing his dark green orbs to the strings of sunlight that shot across the long white sheets of his bed. A small knowingly smile grew upon his thin, light pink lips. Arthur sat in the silence of the morning. Then, he threw his legs over the edge of his bed and got up.
It was the same almost everyday. A routine. Simple.
After a warm, refreshing shower. Arthur drank a cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen table, he slowly sipped the black liquid.
Savoring the taste to the very last drop, letting it stream down his hot tongue. Washing and staining his taste buds.
"Sweet with a bitter after taste," Arthur sighed, "Maybe I didn't use enough sugar."
Some time pasted, and yet Arthur didn't leave his house. The only movement released from him was either reluctantly forcing himself up for more coffee. Or glancing over at the grandfather clock that stood in the living room.
Bored, Arthur sighed dramatically.
Ring Ring
A small black flip phone laid buzzing on the coffee table in the living room.
At times like this, Arthur didn't want to get up and find out it was a wast of time. Not that Arthur found saw his time especially precious. Just that his time didn't need to be spent around the latest rumor.
So, he stayed seated at the kitchen table. Thankfully, the phone's buzzing finally ceased after an annoying five minutes.
It had been a week since Arthur last used his phone. And it was becoming scary at how the phone would started ringing each morning at exactly eight o'clock.
Arthur felt as if it had been going on for years, but that feeling just proved how much time slowed downed for Arthur. Causing a mere hour, transform into a painstaking day.
"I suppose I have nothing better to do today."