“Allen Mar,” Well whispered under his airy and soft breaths. “Sorry, I know it is just so random, I know. But I have a question.” He cleared his throat, as if that one particular question was a lump that caused him to have difficulty in speaking. “What is it?” Allen Mar glimpsed at him like the question or whatsoever was no big deal. He was looking at the vast horizon ahead of them– a mountain rages waiting for the bursting of luminous light coming from the ball of fire that’s just about to break the dawn. The sky was a massive sheet of blue canvas spread up above them, how clear and clean that was. “We are already friends, Well. Close friends. Close enough that you can ask me whatever you want without really giving me a heads up of what the question is going to be about. Close friends do not do that anymore. Close friends do not need permission to do anything to another– as long as it comes from the heart, and as long as it does not hurt either of the two parties, it does not matte
"And so I was right all along." Well whispered, letting the strong gusty wind snatched his words and kept them away from where Well and Binsent Anchorman was sittting. "I thought I already knew him enough to consider him a friend. Turns out I was wrong— again. I allowed myself to be easily manipulated by his good deeds that I forgot to confirm if whether or not he was an ally." Well sighed. "But he was really an ally. The only downside is that, he was an ally but he kept on keeping secrets from me. Of course, considering I only have him as a friend, and he only have me as a friend, too, keeping secrets from each other is considered a sin, don't you think?" Well looked at his side and he saw Binsent Anchorman throwing gazes towards the sky. The dusky afternoon skies broke into a massive orange hue, illuminating the evening as it attempted to darken the place. " I understand your frustration. But also, on the other hand, I understand your friend's reasons, too. If you look at it, close
"Don't you think it's unfair?" Well swung his head as he looked up above him. "He kept on dragging and dragging me in danger, making me think that it's all because of me— that I was the target of the culprits all along— only for me to later on know that it was actually him they were running after. I think it is just so unfair. There were so many times I have put myself to danger that he, himself has caused. And I was this tiny, little clueless innocent man whose never realized that I've been deprived of the truth ever since the day he and I have met," Well answered. Tears were already dwelling in the corner of his eyes but he did not wipe them away yet. He let them stream for as long as it demanded to. "Can anyone blame me for losing my trust in him? Don't you think it is also valid to be angry because of him? Because if I am to think of it, I have every right to be angry just as he has every right to be defensive." Well coughed. “Yeah, I can also say that’s right, though.” Binsent A
“I don’t get it. Why do you have to protect me, and keep an eye on me, when clearly, after a thorough observation, we have both found out that it was not me who was hot in the eyes of the culprits, but my friend, AllenMar? Is it still not clear to you that it is him that the culprits are after for and not me?” Well sighed heavily, heavy enough to figuratively say that he carried the whole world on his shoulders and the longer he kept on carrying them, the heavier they would become. “How are you so sure about that? Yes, we both thought of that possibility, and yes, we both agreed that it might really be him, but it does not mean it is only him. Just because we both think that the culprits are running after your friend, Allen Mar does not mean they are not running after you anymore. There should be at least a twenty percent chance that they are looking after you, too. The more vulnerable and easy targets they have, the closer they are to achieving their goals.” Binsent Anchorman stoppe
“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk. On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time. “I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that. “Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f
There was a knock on the door. If not because of eight beautiful hours of sleep that had been finally granted to Well, he would have never opened that door. But because he was able to get the thing he had been asking for, he was motivated and partly convinced that getting up from his bed and walking all the way to the doorway just to open the door for someone he did not even sure who was fine. “Who is it?” he asked, his left ear had been drawn to the door, just close enough for him to hear the words if ever the person on the other side would somehow reply. It was only seven minutes before seven o’clock in the morning, and so Well thought it could not be the customer service serving Well’s free breakfast because it would be too early. Usually, free breakfast was served around seventy thirty to eight, and that still would depend if the tenant would acquire for it. As far as Well could recall, he did not request for a free meal last night. Three seconds passed and yet no reply had bee
Well quickly jumped out of his bed and ran towards his cabinet to pull out some clothes. He changed his pair of blue and white stripes of pajamas into a pink polo shirt and a plain, black jeans. He reached for a couple of accessories on his jewelry box which was located on the uppermost layer of the drawers beside his cabinet. He wore a Rolex silver watch, the one his Dad, Gerard Smith gave him as a present during his fifteenth birthday, and his silver anchor necklace which his best friend, JH bought for him from a dollar junkshop back when they were still studying together on Well’s former high school. These were the two jewelries he would only were during important and sentimental occassions. Such as this one. He and his new friend, Allen Mar was about to meet on the City Central Plaza to continue or to resume the friendship that Allen Mar had temporarily ended just simply because he got angry after Well frankly asked him questions that triggered his inner self to explode in massive
“You are telling me that you are fucking willing to wait for more than two hours here? Are you joking me?” Binsent Anchorman said as he led the way to the nearest 711 store-- which was on the right wing of the Johannson Street, the only street with a name around the City Central Plaza.“Uhm, yep. That is exactly what I am telling you,” Well replied, looking unbothered as he kept on walking following the path that Binsent Anchorman took. “I am not asking you to wait with me here, so, what is with that frustration?” Well asked back to him, his eyes blinking in a series of winks-- left eye and then right eye, and then repeat.“Nothing.” Binsent Anchorman stopped. “It is just-- you know-- unbelievable. I mean, I have never encountered anyone who is willing to wait for hours and hours in some boring place under the broad daylight just for someone who he had a misunderstanding with. It does not make any sense to me, you know what I mean?” He continued walking forward.“Does it have to make