The Perfections of Imperfections
Chapter 7
Sora was having a bad, bad, bad day.
First of all, the school year had rolled around to the end and the exams had arrived. And today happened to be a two hour maths exam for Sora which could never make a day any better. Ever.
Second of all, when checking his seat number for the exam, Sora found his eyes suddenly looking for Roxas seat and to his confused, exasperated surprise Sora found he would be sitting in front of the blonde.
And third of all, most embarrassingly of all, Sora was feeling a little …distracted: distracted by certain feelings, feelings that created a specific awareness of his body. He wasn't sure why he was like this today, he had simply woken up with skin sensitive to the touch. The brunette had even received a heated shiver when he slipped his school trousers on that morning.
Sora's cobalt eyes hovered over Roxas' name and his eyebrow curved upwards: daring the black and white text to bother him today. With a tight huff and a ruffle of his own spikes, the brunette spun around on his heel and made his way to the exam hall.
"Did you get your seat number, Sora?" Kairi asked as Sora made his way to the red head and Riku.
"Yep." Sora smiled as he looked up to the exam doorway, suddenly feeling a rush of anxiety.
"Nervous?" Kairi giggled as she placed a considerate hand on Sora's arm.
The brunette restrained a shiver as the touch sent tingles shooting all over his hyper- aware-of-any-touch-at-all-today skin and quickly shrugged the touch off with a cautious smile; he couldn't have himself getting bothered from Kairi when Riku was standing right there.
"So, how do you think you will do, Kairi?" Sora asked, begging the change of subject would help him focus.
"I'm not sure, depends how hard they are gonna make it this year." Kairi sighed, looking hopeless.
"You'll be fine." Riku encouraged her as he placed an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah, all we can do is try our best!" Sora grinned to the red-head.
Kairi nodded with a smile, "I will if you do."
Sora let a half chuckle slip through his lips, don't think it'll make much difference.
The group engaged in light conversation and around them the entire year was soon there, all buzzing with nerves and mathematical equations. The majority of the small crowds had an anxious air around them, controlling themselves from sheer distraught, but some of the year totally banished the idea of being even slightly dishevelled about the exam; acting louder and livelier than usual.
But there was one, who was just a little different. The same one who was always different for Sora, the one that was different from everyone else. He had arrived minutes ago and was standing with his friends: Hayner, Pence, Olette and Naminé. The blonde boy seemed to be partly in the conversation but there was no way he was enjoying it. His hair had evidence of stressed hands, his uniform was askew, Roxas even looked dauntingly hung-over. The brunette watched the blonde in interest, reluctantly bringing his eyes away every now and then. Not just once, not just twice he caught Roxas' eyes in his own gaze.
But with every rhythm that shook through Sora every time he caught Roxas look, a familiar bout of that old panic gripped onto his stomach and chest. Looks like he still wasn't entirely used to Roxas, the blonde could still set him into a frustrating frenzy.
Sora was still trying to comprehend the brief encounter he had with the blonde the other day. Had he done something wrong at the after party and now they weren't friends anymore or what? Why wasn't all this simple? Why couldn't they be best friends?
Sora could now hear numbers of seats being called into the hall, but, at this moment, that was at the bottom of his priorities. With every glance to Roxas, as people began to pass him and file into the hall, Sora could feel the frustration from that incident building upon itself, his teeth clenching and a glare forming. A familiar hurricane of blurred blank emotion pulsed and tossed inside of him.
"Sora?" Kairi carefully asked, her hand touching his arm to snap him out of his daydream, "Your number has been called."
Sora only registered the touch, the insane sensation that shot through his body at that moment and the fact his eyes wouldn't (couldn't) move from those sunshine spikes and bored, wide eyes.
Just look over here again, Roxas. You ass! Sora internally begged, slightly desperate for some sort of contact again.
But the blonde didn't look anymore; he seemed transfixed on the ground.
A number called out and Roxas' eyes flicked upwards towards the doors and he stalked towards them, effortlessly slipping through small groups of people to get there; as though he was used to making his way through the crowd Sora immediately followed, giving Kairi a quick, strained smile while calling back 'sorry and good luck'.
Sora pushed through the crowds and towards his goal, no hesitation. This was all he had to do, turn and run to Roxas, ask him what the hell was his problem and simply never get involved with that boy again; it required too much thinking and was too confusing anyway.
Sora halted to an abrupt stop directly behind the blonde. The sharp stop caused a whiff of air to pull from around Roxas and to Sora, the brunette inhaled the blonde's smell. Roxas waited for the call to enter the doors to the exam hall, Sora, tormented, waited behind him.
And as he had before, Sora noticed that he and Roxas were the same height and as he had the last time he was in this situation Sora felt like words were otherworldly. What exactly was he supposed to say? Should he even say anything? Now wasn't really the best time to bring up the supermarket incident but could that really count as an incident though?
Sora could feel a headache coming on. He glared at the back of Roxas' blonde swirling spikes and tugged at his own.
The asshole doesn't even know I'm here, Sora growled to himself while letting out a tired huff as a teacher nodded approval for Roxas to head through to the exam hall.
The blonde shuffled through the short corridor and Sora soon followed with his glare chasing the oblivious Roxas into the exam hall.
The hall was huge, filled with single desks, chairs and the cold, harsh air of tension.
Sora blankly followed Roxas up their aisle and to his own designated seat, halting for a moment as Roxas sat in his own seat, behind Sora's. The brunette edged around Roxas to his own seat, careful not to make any physical contact.
"Good luck, Sora."
It was a quiet, amused wish of luck and as soon it was uttered, Sora's gaze had flicked to Roxas who was calmly sitting in his seat with a friendly, inviting smile (that Sora couldn't help but find fascinating) and clear eyes which watched Sora's own surprised orbs.
But somehow, despite the mad blissfulness that filled the teenager from just that one casual sentence, regretful words slipped from Sora's lips.
"What? Are you talking to me now?" The brunette grunted back, roughly sitting in his seat in front of the blonde, not looking back.
Sora sat, listening to the awkward air in which his words still hung; he already regretted what he had said. He imagined Roxas sitting behind him, confused and glowering at the brunette. Sora frustratingly sighed into the palms of his hands.
"The exam will began in a few minutes, fill out your details on the front of your answer sheet!" A teacher called out to the exam hall, her stern voice bouncing off the walls and through the cold air of the hall.
Sora quickly scribbled his details on the answer sheet, his thoughts elsewhere. He thought quickly, he wanted to apologise for what he said to Roxas, tell him he was just stressed and calmly ask (like a friend should) if something was wrong the other day.
Sora rolled his eyes at himself; he was acting like a girl, AGAIN.
"One minute till the exam starts, check over your details."
Maybe, if he just turned around and gave Roxas a quick smile that would clear things up? Sora frowned, if someone had a mood swing like that with him, he would definitely question it.
Sora suddenly heard a tight irritated sigh from behind him and he felt himself internally wince. Maybe he should turn around and give a quick sorry and promise he wouldn't do it again?
He tugged at his spikes. Or maybe he should stop acting like he had a set of ovaries?!
"Your exam has begun, you have ninety minutes!"
Shit.
Sora listened to the hundreds of students flipping their papers over, closing his eyes for a moment, he thought maybe for a moment, he could feel a shaky breath of anxiety from the entire hall. And then, taking his own breath for luck Sora opened his question sheet. The brunette then heard a small sigh from behind him and the ruffling of paper; signalling Roxas had started his exam too.
Sora watched the black printed text blankly and waited for it to trigger some idea or answer in his mind and…nothing happened. He sighed and threw his gaze to the ceiling. One minute in and he couldn't concentrate or think already. He briefly wondered how Kairi was doing but the brunette's thoughts were immediately magnetised to the blonde boy behind him when he heard him shuffle in his seat. Sora, too, fidgeted in his seat and begged the sensations of touch today to leave him from torture for rest of the exam.
Roxas sighed. Sora restrained the urge to.
The brunette simply appreciated the feeling of unity between himself and Roxas at that moment, as they both sat there, an arms reach away, both in the same exam hall, both staring at the same page and both with their thoughts elsewhere.
However, a controlled clearing of the throat from beside Sora from another student brought the teenager back to reality and he suddenly found him and Roxas very much separated and in a huge crowd, surrounded and watched by people, people who hid themselves…fakes.
Sora's brow dropped and he scanned the hall. He had never thought about this before, never seen the people he was with every day in this light.
Roxas squirmed in his seat again, he seemed uncomfortable. Sora wanted to help but the feeling of so many people around was alarming.
He shouldn't be thinking of Roxas.
He shouldn't.
Sora shifted again in his seat.
Not with all these people here, he shouldn't.
A feeling of distraction, sensations, were slowly pulsing through his body again as they had when he awoke that morning but he glared at the equations he had managed to scribble down at some point, he stared and stared at the logical numbers and tried to follow through.
Another pulse of awareness of his body echoed through him, Roxas sighed and the entire hall was full of people.
Sora groaned at himself, clenched his teeth and gripped onto his paper: this was definitely a bad, bad, bad day.
Sora flipped over his paper for the final time. He had checked and checked it and there was officially nothing else that could be done.
The brunette sat still for a moment, listening for Roxas. A while ago, there had been some movement but whether it was Roxas leaving or not, Sora couldn't be sure.
"Ten minutes." A teacher, sounding bored, bawled from somewhere in the hall.
Sora looked up, in mild interest, and browsed the hall. It was less than half empty now, Kairi had left a while ago, and she and Riku were probably waiting for him outside so Sora stood up, paper in hand and turned.
Sora couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when he passed the empty chair and desk that was behind him. And as he marched down the long aisle, alone, cold air running passed him, Sora wondered if maybe Roxas was still out there.
Quickly looking over his shoulder, he searched for Hayner, Pence, Olette or Naminé but found none of them. Jeez, was he the only one who didn't leave early?
The aged women at the door, gave him a sympathetic smile which made him want to cling onto his answer paper for the rest of his life and cautiously took his paper as though it was precious cargo.
Sora shrugged through the uneasiness of the last stage of the exam and hastily pushed through the exit doors and into the refreshing, easy air outside.
Small bundles of students littered the other side of the doors and feeling slightly lost; Sora took a moment to scan the area for Kairi and Riku but jumped when he found Roxas lingering a few feet away with Hayner. The blonde looked straight at the brunette, as if he had asked a question and was impatiently waiting to be answered, he even stood up a little straighter on seeing the other boy.
Sora only blinked a few flustered times as he internally contemplated what to do however, before he could make a decision his body had took control and he found himself shuffling through the crowds to his friends.
"Hey, how'd it go?" Riku asked with interest.
"Ugh." Was all Sora could muster up.
"You tried your best, though?" Kairi said, a small smile curving her lips.
Sora solemnly nodded.
"Then, don't worry, it'll all work out." She answered with a full smile now.
"How about you?" Sora asked to Kairi as he tried to brighten up a little.
"I tried my best." She shrugged.
A quiet moment of exasperated grief was exchanged between the friends and Sora allowed the sun to encouragingly heat his back…or was that Roxas' glare attempting to set his back on fire?
"Erm, Sora?" Kairi said through tight lips and darting eyes. She seemed wary; Riku's eyes followed hers behind Sora's back making the brunette elf conscious and nervous now. Despite the fact, he could guess who they were looking at.
"What?" Sora asked, feeling his body tense.
"Roxas keeps like looking at you. Like glaring or something."
"So?" Sora uncharacteristically and defensively snapped back. The brunette quickly followed in a gentler tone when seeing Kairi's surprised and hurt expression, "He might not be looking at me."
"No, he is." Riku agreed, "He doesn't look happy. Did you do something?"
"I…er…" Sora stumbled over his words as he looked up to his friend but he was cut off.
"Never mind. He's coming over here." Riku stated with his eyes behind Sora: watching Roxas and Hayner approach the group.
Sora wouldn't believe it. It was probably happening but he wouldn't believe it, he would imagine Roxas still standing with Hayner, talking casually, and not walking up to him at the moment; this way he didn't have to deal with it until he was very much forced to.
"Hi guys." Kairi chirped to people behind Sora.
The brunette felt a nervous sweat break out, he attempted to calm himself, there was a chance it was some other guys, right?
"Hi."
"Hey." Sounds like Roxas but it might not be, right? Right.
Sora kept his eyes fixated on Riku and Kairi who, after their own greetings to the people beside the brunette, were beginning to look uncomfortable and expectant of Sora. But he gave no attention to the people beside him; still begging God it wasn't Roxas and the problem would fade away.
"Sora? Heeellooo?" Said boy heard at his right: Roxas' voice. As if Sora wouldn't recognise it. But what perturbed Sora was that his voice didn't sound pissed, if anything it was bemused, light-hearted, even joyful!
This perplexed the brunette to the point his head turned on its own accord to the blonde.
One glance at Roxas and Sora knew exactly why the blonde was here: to annoy and only annoy him, a quick rise of the boy's eyebrows and a smirk made that very clear. A mischievous, 'I'm-here-to-piss-you-off' glint in the blonde's eyes also encouraged Sora's theory.
"Hi, Roxas." Sora nodded with a strained smile.
"What? Are you talking to me now?" Roxas smiled brightly as he quoted the brunette's own words.
A shaky laugh was pushed out of Sora's lips as he turned to the rest of the group, teeth clenched. Roxas gave a small, highly amused wicked laugh and to Sora's frustration, he seemed to be the only one who had noticed the chuckle. He looked back to the rest of the group for help but they seemed to be in the middle of their own conversation now, when did that happen? Defeated, the brunette looked back to Roxas, who had that same 'ha-ha' smile still stuck on his face. A small part of Sora rejoiced knowing he had put that smile there.
"So…" Sora mused, carefully watching Roxas.
"So what was that about?" Roxas asked inclining his head towards the exam hall.
"What was what about?" Sora innocently countered, glancing to the rest of the group.
Roxas followed the brunette's glance and looked back to Sora with uninterested, frustrated eyes, "The 'are you talking to me now' thing?"
The group had begun to walk towards the school gates, Sora and Roxas followed behind, "I dunno."
Roxas sighed, kept his eyes on the people in front… and then stopped.
Sora stopped without thought and watched the quiet blonde in question but Roxas' eyes were far off.
"Anyway…" Roxas eventually said in a casual indifferent tone that disagreed with something inside Sora, "I forgot that I have to go get something back in the school so…" His eyes looked up to the brunette's for an awkward quick instant and a half smile surfaced, then disappeared, "I'll see you around, Sora."
And at that, Roxas turned on his heel and stalked back to the school. Every tiny detail about Roxas' words fizzed in Sora's mind; he searched for one little thing he liked about those words; the meaning, the tone, the pace, the pauses, the words, the words that weren't used but said boy found nothing that would settle or ease the grip around his stomach.
Sora didn't like any of it; he didn't like the finality of Roxas' words, the sudden realization that because school was over he may not see Roxas again, he didn't like the blank sense of necessity that filled the air, he didn't like the growing distance between himself and the blonde, Sora didn't like any of it.
"Kairi!" Sora found himself calling, mind working separately with his body.
The red-head and the others were quite a bit ahead now, all of them turned to investigate the brunette's calling.
"Yeah?" Kairi answered, Sora could see her squinting through the sun to see him.
"I have to go back into the school, I'll just see you guys later on!" Sora replied, walking backwards and turning slightly before any of them could enquire any further into the matter.
A myriad of farewells echoed from the group and suddenly Sora was half jogging to the school, hoping he could catch up to Roxas.
It didn't take long to find Roxas, Sora found him shuffling across the main school hall towards whatever department he was heading for, something in the east side of the school.
"Roxas!" Sora happily shouted to the blonde as he marched across the hall.
The brunette cringed at his over enthusiastic echo when Roxas turned to investigate the calling of his name.
Sora noted the mild surprise on Roxas' face when he spotted Sora and said boy grinned to himself.
"Hey, thought I might as well join you." Sora smiled as he approached Roxas.
"Why?" Roxas asked, amused and sarcastic, "It's not like I'm going on some fantastic adventure or like I'll get lost and be left wandering around the school until I starve to death."
Slightly taken aback and insulted, Sora blinked in response and muttered, "Whatever."
He wasn't used to people acting like that when he was simply being nice (yeah, he was just being nice, this wasn't for himself at all).
Roxas watched Sora as though the frowning brunette had something else to say.
"What?" Sora sighed with an irritated tone, memories of Sora's initial feelings towards Roxas (annoyance, frustration, confusion) were beginning to surface again.
Roxas gave a half shrug and unintentionally tugged on Sora's memories, "The last time we kinda spoke in school you said 'whatever'. Why do you say that?" Roxas had begun to walk wherever he was going and Sora immediately and loyally followed.
"I dunno." Sora countered as he internally cursed himself for following Roxas like a lost puppy so easily.
The boys walked swiftly down the silent halls, Sora didn't see the point in asking Roxas where they were going; he would pathetically follow Roxas anywhere anyway.
But Sora didn't like the silent air between himself and the blonde walking by his side (hands in his pockets and shoe lace on his right shoe undone, Sora noted in his mind on his 'Roxas' list), and to be quite frank, the brunette was beginning to find the silence and lack of effort from Roxas as rude and stuck up.
"So how did you think prom was?" Sora aimlessly asked, looking to Roxas.
"It was alright." Roxas bluntly replied as though his thoughts were more interesting than a real conversation.
"After party?" Sora pushed, determined to keep the conversation going, even if it was just to piss Roxas off. Hell, the ass had pissed him off; tic for tack. Plus, he still had a bunch of things he wanted to ask Roxas.
"Don't remember much to be honest." Roxas muttered with his eyes still far away. Sora gave a generous glare to Roxas as he released just how much Roxas pissed him off.
"Hm." Sora openly pondered, "I remember some things."
"Really." Roxas sighed, plainly bored now.
"Yes, really. I remember actually having a laugh with you." Sora insincerely chirped, "Imagine that."
Out of the corner of his eye, Sora caught Roxas squint at him. The blonde's expression showed nothing but confusion and his voice mirrored that same sentiment, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Sora snorted, feeling somewhat empowered by the idea he had information that Roxas wanted, "Well, is it not obvious?"
"Is what not obvious?" Roxas snapped back, stopping in his tracks.
Sora swivelled to a stop and relished in the frustration he could finally see Roxas feeling, "You're nicer and funnier to be with when you're drunk."
Any trace of expression on the blonde's face vanished at those words and the quiet offended air made Sora want to swallow his words. But it was Roxas' wide and far off eyes that burned a hole through his chest.
The silence didn't last long though, Sora couldn't stand it.
"Roxas?"
"Did you come along here just to annoy me or something?" Roxas muttered, his eyes seeming to focus now.
"What? N-no, I was just joking around." Sora warily replied as he watched Roxas roll his eyes. Sora frowned.
But that didn't settle Roxas.
"You know, you're the one who wanted to be friends with me." The blonde hissed to Sora as he turned from him slightly.
"You're the one acting weird!" Sora threw back.
"Why are you even here?! And just when are you gonna stop being so annoying?" Roxas snarled with a scowl, "So you know what, Sora? Just piss off."
Sora wasn't sure what happened next; all that registered was a blur of anger, one that frightened him, and the sound of his own growl as he charged for Roxas.
All the unnamed emotion he had been dealing with every second of the day since he met Roxas some months ago fuelled his strength and blinded his own judgement. For a spilt second, the brunette became sightless by sheer unadulterated frustration and deafened by the hum of his own chaotic heart.
The next thing he felt was a sharp pain in the side of his head and a echoing crash as Roxas' body slammed into the cement wall of the hall.
Sora's breathing was heavy but his heart was heavier with something he didn't understand and his skin was on fire. A quick moment passed in which Sora became very aware that the cause of the fire spreading so deliciously on his skin was squirming in pain between him and the wall. That thought, powered the brunette, he yearned for something incomprehensible to his own mind.
But the instant ended and a snarl later from the blonde boy, Sora found himself being hurled back across the hallway. However, when his ribs and head smashed against the cold cruel cement of the wall, the pain thriving in the side of his body failed to be the main thought running through his mind; it was that strange look in Roxas' eyes Sora had caught.
It had been the most alive Sora had seen Roxas. And the brunette knew he was already addicted; transfixed with seeing those eyes glow with that amount of emotion again, no matter what.
So Sora decided he would see that flash of life in Roxas again the only way he knew how to provoke it; he swung at the blonde. But his recent knock to the head had left his judgement poor and the brunette missed, giving Roxas a chance which he took full advantage off.
Sora fought back though, determined to see that life in Roxas again, and at some point he felt his head hit the ground and a weight above him told him Roxas had pinned him.
The raw itching, burning, tingling, teasing, sensitivity of his skin returned in its explosive madness at that second and Sora glared up to Roxas, complete unsure what to do now. Sora knew he could beat Roxas: he could turn this situation around in his favour in the space of three seconds but he didn't.
The brunette could only glower at the boy above him. Sora felt his brow shake, his expression crumble, he could feel his body becoming tired and sick of anger already as he looked up to the boy he had become so fascinated with over the past few months. But why? Sora found himself internally screaming again. Why was he so compelled by Roxas?!
The boy tightening his grip on Sora at the moment was far from perfect, brought out the worse in Sora and made him go though all the emotions he thought he would never have.
Frustration built within the brunette again and his body writhed to break free of Roxas and again he released, if he wanted to, he could push Roxas away, even beat him (maybe) but he didn't. Perhaps he didn't want to.
Sora struggled again, while willing the mental strength to push Roxas away again, the nerves on his skin were wickedly teasing him again as he registered the feeling of Roxas hands pinning his own down. The dull pain in his head and side couldn't overpower Roxas hands on his.
"You are so annoying." Roxas' low controlled voice surprised Sora and brought him back to reality.
"Get off me, you asshole!" Sora barked, his voice sounded as though it was about to give, and he struggled once more under Roxas.
However, upon glancing up to Roxas, Sora immediately stopped in his futile attempts because he caught a sight of those unwired live buzzing emotions he had minutes ago and he admired them and drank in the sight with greed of Roxas' wide blue eyes at that moment.
Again, that sight of Roxas' intense eyes fuelled the brunette to the brim, until he thought he would explode, and suddenly Sora had snapped his arms and hands from the blonde's grip. Still blinded by the energy Roxas somehow provided Sora, the brunette gave into instincts he had never expected to have and before Sora could protest, his hands had become locked in Roxas' swirling spikes, pulling the blonde down to him.
Roxas' smell instantly surrounded Sora and he decided to capture that scent for as long as possible. The brunette's lips forcefully met the blonde's and he felt the sharp intake of air from the boy still above him but Sora kept his lips on Roxas'.
A complete feeling overwhelmed Sora at that moment and he tugged on Roxas for more contact, and to his blissful joy, Roxas complied and their chests met. Sora felt his skin burst into a frenzy of need.
The brunette felt such an undeniable sense of loyalty and worship to the blonde above him, he could never imagine feeling any differently towards Roxas.
Sora felt numb yet so aware of touch and when Sora felt Roxas lips move against his own, the brunette felt his eyes roll under his tightly closed lids. Sora's breaths became hollow and pointless as Roxas began to take more control, the brunette's grip tightened on the blonde's soft spikes and the pit of his stomach burned as he allowed his mind and body to beg for more.
But then, as Sora opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, a low groan rumbled from the back of his throat. Sora snapped his cobalt eyes open and tensed.
Shit.
He was in reality again. And suddenly on show for the world, he felt as though the entire human population had seen and he should he ashamed, disgusted, something. But the most negative thing he could think of was embarrassment.
Roxas felt the brunette's body tense and stopped and cautiously watched Sora, his eyes hazed with a light fear.
Sora gaped up to Roxas' wide eyes, and felt any emotion he had inside him become engulfed by the shock of what had just happened, it caused his stomach to shrivel in panic and for his body to cower away from Roxas.
Roxas watched Sora, in just as much shock. But seeing Roxas hazed and alarmed by this panic, the panic the brunette himself was facing, Sora felt distressed to the core.
The colour from Roxas' face drained almost instantly and he swiftly stood up and stepped away from Sora. Sora loyally watched him as Roxas' eyes darted around the hall, looking for any signs of people. Despite the strange feelings pulsing through Sora from what had just happened, he couldn't help but feel like an embarrassment for Roxas.
The brunette gawked at Roxas and as did the blonde when the boy's gaze met again, Sora felt a steely, stinging panic set its way through his veins replacing and destroying that teasing itch that had been there.
Roxas' breath was shaky and he tore his hands through his hair as distraught and confusion masked his expression. He desperately looked around, as though he was searching for any kind of help.
Sora wanted to help but, despite the fact no one was in the hallway, the feeling of people around plagued him.
It was a quick, frantic glance between both boys but it exchanged everything and held every tiny fibre of feeling Sora had experienced since the first second of seeing Roxas.
And then, with an air of hidden shame, Roxas took a few hurried blinks, shook his head to himself and left.
He left Sora, on the cold ground, to feel the weight of what had happened, alone. But the internally hysteric, confused teenager could still feel a comforting warmth lingering on his lips.
Ugh, its long and if there are any mistakes please just ignore them =____= its 02:44am
And I dun wana read for errors… O_-
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