That skinny leg steps across the zebra where pedestrians cross. The young man tightened his grip on the backpack. It was quite cold in the morning, and he had neither a coat or a warm jacket to keep he warm.Lucky Nathan made it to the bus stop without being late. Waiting for a bus to take him to school. He doesn't have to run like he did last time. Long enough to wait, but it's better this way than losing another bus. Within walking distance are seen young men squeezing other weaker men. Nathan immediately took his eyes off him as he accidentally met one of the bullies.His heart skipped a beat as the corner of his eye caught the crowd walking toward him. Nathan couldn't hide his trembling hands. He's scared, he's really scared. It's better to just disappear right now. Lucky for the bus he had been waiting for before the young man got where he was. Hurry Nathan onto the bus and sit on one of the seats by the window. He tried to act natural when the group looked up at him. As the bus
blinding flash of light touched the eyelids still closed. Clear caramel gazed directly at the top of a cloudless blue sky. The dark-haired youth sat straight up and looked around. Waking up in a bed of blooming dandelions. Warm air follows the pad of pale white skin. His fingers flick a dandelion with a single drop of dead white cotton flying at the wind.Nathan had slapped some dandelions in his clothes. It spread a little because he was lying on a dandelion. Some are even attached to his head."Dean! Vincent! Wyatt! Jeremy!" He stood up, squinting in every direction in the hope of finding someone other than himself. But nothing. There was only the wind that answered his call.Never give up, Nathan takes his thin legs. Bet on a hunch he's not sure where he's going. Nathan only wishes that his feet lead him to a place where he gets his answers. A field of dandelions turned into high meadows. Like a maze, he tries to keep going to find a way out."What are you doing? Are you crazy?""Y
Tock.. Tic.. Tock..The thin hand began to move with rigor. The process of consciousness coming back takes time until it is able to perfectly coordinate his body. A 16-year-old boy wakes up with a tremendous amount of fatigue. Like a bone shattered from the inside, it's numb.His slant-eyed eyes circled the room where he was. Suffice it to say that this was his bed and not a green hill full of trees."Aaah!"His head's throbbing like crazy. It feels like he's about to burst and there's nothing he can do to stop this misery.His skinny body limped all the way to the bathroom. Roughly open a medicine box that depends, looking for a white bottle where he can stop this pain. By rashly taking a bluish pill from the inside out, some of them slipped off and went into the sink. He didn't have enough time to pick them off one by one, and the pills that fell off were just a little bit longer.He gulped down three pills at once, hoping for the pain eating away at his head. He then pours the tap
They say love at first sight can't last. Perhaps it was just sheer wonder. A serious feeling like love doesn't sound right.How can you be sure you love someone you just met?It's not uncommon to like someone by the looks of them so captivating. Pretty and handsome is relative. As time went by, the initial excitement of admiration would be palpable. They can even disappear without a trace.I thought it would end that way at first. My admiration for his figure may last but a short while, and will disappear with lack of intensity between us.But that statement was completely false. That doesn't apply to me.I feel strange too. I mean, how can you feel when you look at his figure at a considerable distance?Last summer, right when the annual music festival was always held in my city. Southern states are hotter than the north side. It's not much, but it's not much left over when compared with other major cities.Just like most high school students, especially with me still in the second g
The white room with the smell of medicine was pungent. Everyone in there walked away, oblivious to the smell of the medicine, as if he was used to it. A tall boy walking, clutching a lily bouquet. Enter a room right where a middle-aged woman lies. The young man placed a bouquet of flowers right on the side table after having previously thrown away another already withered. He's been doing that a long time."How are you Mom?"She didn't answer. Her eyes only fixed on the fresh lilies. It was like a young man greeting her was just a shadow."Hey Ian, you're just in time," a man in a nurse's uniform called at the door of the room accidentally opened. "Doctor James would like to see you," he said.Ian looked back at the woman, the position was still the same. Never paid attention at all."Yesterday your mother told me about you," explains the male nurse, a tag was attached to his chest —Alan Chester. "Yesterday she even complimented me handsome when I fed her.""Handsome like Hitler" Ian
The thin surface of his hand touched the door knobs. Be advised, at the end of autumn like this, the temperature will drop. And the room heating thing is something Nathan never thought of. Last year he had some help from Vincent, the only young man who had worked among all his friends.But wouldn't he find it bothersome to always put his friends in a situation like this? Come on, Vincent's working hard for himself. Instead, he simply offered Nathan help. No blood ties a young redhead with to take responsibility for Nathan's life.Like when he opens the door. And found a young redhead with a flat face there, carrying a sack of food. Hm, probably Fried chicken by the smell."You.. are you feeling better?" asked Vincent without looking at Nathan, he turned to his right.Sometimes Nathan often wonders how people with a bright future like Vincent would befriend him. Perhaps if others saw the interaction between them, they would undoubtedly think that the two young men had been involved in
Tuk..Tuk..The sound of water dripping in the silence. The constant reverberating sound made the straight-haired young man asleep in the middle of the room sleepless in his sleepNathan sat down after he woke up. Coldness. His whole body had been soaked with water flooding all over the room. His shirt and pants were partially wet. That puddle 10cm deep looks very calm.Tuk..Tuk..Tuk..Nathan's mind was distracted by echoes from drops of water coming out of nowhere. He then stood up and contemplated approaching the only source of the sound. With the undulating gait of dizziness, Nathan walked slowly. The sounds of the drops he heard were louder and louder, but Nathan saw nothing in them. But he didn't give up, still in the cold, as Nathan's wet clothes finally found a red door in the distance. He eagerly walked toward the door, ignoring the repeated falling of the slippery floor. Nathan finally grabbed the red door. His heart pounded at the sound of a deep familiar voice."You're cr
breeze blows a thin curtain from the half-open window. The afternoon breeze ruffled the young man out of bed. He was slightly disturbed because the wind crept up and tickled his pores.Success comes from the cold over the naked upper body. Nathan's aware he's shirtless. By just putting on his uniform. A speck of ground that had dried was printed on the bottom of the trousers. Not much to look at because his pants are dark blue. There's a torn pair of pants. Add the complaint.Again he felt dizzy throughout his head, not just a simple migraine. A dizziness that really drives his bowels up. Rummaged through his digestive organs, forcing him out of his throat. It's excruciating.Hurrying even though he was staggering but trying to reach the bathroom door. Crawling in with shortness of breath and a pale face. Drowned his face in the closet, spilling his guts all over him racing out. Nothing but water pouring out of his throat. No matter how nauseated he may be, what he spits out is nothin