-ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs-

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs- |sɪɴx|

ᴛᴡ: sᴜ1ᴄ1ᴅ3 ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ/ᴀɴɢsᴛ/sᴇʟғ-ʜᴀʀᴍ/

He was a scrawny boy, gay, labeled an emo. Anything society decides.
His family, they had tons of fun nicknames to call him.

Life— life is absolutely amazing for Wilton. Or as his only friend calls him, Willy.
This boy here, he was tired. No, not the sleeping tired, but tired of it all. Existing.

So here he stood, high above the city, in the dark windy cold night. His loose blue sweater being swept by the wind. His long overdue trip to the barbers shop made his shaggy brown hair limit his eye sight. The wind whipping strands across his face.

He was looking down over the building, where he would plummet. That's where he'll land, in the dark cement alleyway. No one will know till a pedestrian passes by and sees him sprawled across the floor.

Why do people do it? He thought. He thought about what others think, if they hear someone did it. They'd be shocked for a little wouldn't they, but only go back to their normal life. Because.. it doesn't effect them anyways.

He was thinking much more than doing. He can't back out this time. He only heard his voice in his head and the wind whistling past his ear, and he took a deep breath, slowly lifted his foot, and slightly leaned forward.

Waiting.. waiting to feel the queasy feeling in his stomach as he dropped, and the wind hitting his face harshly, the force of gravity bringing him to his death. But he felt the opposite.

He felt the cold concrete floor make a bruise to his shoulder as he fell roughly. He heard the grunt of another person and so.. he opened his eyes to see another young boy above him with big hazel eyes.

No.. no. He panicked, sliding himself out from under the boy. Flooding his head was thoughts about how this was the day, he ruined it, I was almost there.

"Please, I couldn't let you do that," the boy said, his voice quavering, tears threatening to fall as he watched Wilton pull at his hair and begin to sob.

"I could've gotten it over with! Fuck you, fuck You, fuck you!" He yelled, he was continuously wiping his face, "Now, now I have to go back, I don't want to," and his voice receded as he fell to his knees.

He felt arms wrap around him and a droplet of water slip down his neck. He was numb, so he didn't bother moving away.

"I'm not sorry, I don't want to see you on the news tomorrow I just can't," the boy said muffled against his cotton sweater.
"I know I don't know you but.. let me be here for you."

Wilton scoffed, "I'm tired of trying, I don't want your help, I just want to get out of here."
The other sat down in front of him and held his hands though Wilton tried to pull away.

"Live with me."
Wilton's expression changed.
"What?"
"You don't have to go back, just stay with me."

He looked into the boy's eyes, skimming his tear stained face. Could he really. They say not to trust strangers but doesn't that depend. He'd do anything to get out of his own house. Anyways, really seems like he doesn't want him to die.

"Fine," he said. Wiping his tears away and letting his hair fall over his eyes, "I still hate you."
"I know," the other said, grabbing onto Wilton's wrist and slowly walking with him towards a door that revealed stairs going downward and into the building.

He was happy to get Wilton, the boy he doesn't know, off the rooftop.
"My name's Sinx by the way," he said looking back at Wilton.
"Sinx? Why would your parents name you Sinx?" Wilton exclaimed.
"Well.. my real names actually Darren, but I changed it."

"Why?" Wilton said, shamelessly asking questions. They were walking down a hallway into another group of stairs.

"I don't want to be identified as just a boy.." he said a little awkwardly. Wilton could understand what he meant.
"I prefer to be no gender.. but sometimes I'll still choose to be one."
He nodded.

"Wilton, how old are you?" Sinx asked, Wilton forgot about the grip on his wrist as they talked.
"Eighteen," he replies, skimming his surroundings as they walked through some double doors and into the cold night again, but perhaps on low grounds.

"I'm actually twenty," he chuckled teasingly, Wilton scoffed.
"What about it."

"You're like a little child!" Sinx said, loosing Wilton's hand as he looked for a taxi and glanced at the younger. He just wanted to try and get him to forget about what happened.

As they slid into the yellow cabin,  the atmosphere went awkwardly silent and only the engine of the car filled the silence. So.. the two discreetly checked each other out.

Wilton eyed Sinx's curly silver hair and light skin, noticing he was a little tall and his white turtle neck with a shirt over it, cache pants. 

Sinx was glancing at Wiltons small pale hands, his rose lips, long sweater that draped over his skinny thighs and legs.

The car stopped at an apartment building, the drivers low bellowing voice notifying them. Sinx paid him and they left together.

"This is it," he said, pushing Wilton into his house. It was a big apartment, really luxurious and neat. Wilton couldn't help but gawk at the place. He would love to take a tour around, but all he wants to look at right now, is a bedroom where he could sleep.

"I'm tired Sinx," he said outright, rubbing his eyes purposely. The older nods with a little grin.
"Follow me," he says tapping his arm and walking into a hallway. Right at the end he opened a door and revealed a blue themed room.

Wilton was in love with the bed, it looked so soft and comfortable, he ran in and flopped down onto it, squishing his face onto the mattress.

"Fuck it's so soft!" he said muffled. Sinx laughed and closed the door, telling him to get some rest and he'll come back later with food.

Not long after Wilton fell fast asleep for about an hour before waking up and thinking back to the title on his calendar. It was going to be the end. Wilton skimmed everything going on, it all piled onto him again as he sat in silence.

He was unconsciously hurting himself by scratching till he bled as he thought and thought. The tears that fell onto his hand burned the rash he now had.

"Wilton stop!" his head snapped towards the boy speeding towards him and grabbing his hands, "look at your skin," he said with a face of worry.

Wilton looked at the bumpy red skin and the patches of light red blood.
"Oops," he said carelessly. Sinx sighed and found him ointment.

"I'm sleeping with you Wilton," he said after a long while of silence. He knew the other would react negatively.
"The fuck, why!? There must be other rooms!" He complained as he wrapped his hand up.

"I just don't want you to be here alone."
Wilton realized.
"Right, because the emo suicidal kid'll probably find a way to kill himself."
The older huffed angrily, "Look, I don't give a fuck about how society sees you, I just care. I don't want to see you dead because of some assholes! I know you're hurting Wilton!" He sat on the bed, getting a hold of the younger's face and looking into his eyes.
"You hear me?"
He looked threatened, yet his eyes welled up with tears and he slowly began to sob.

Sinx laid his head on his chest as they laid down on the bed, he watched Wilton drift off to sleep after letting himself rest as well.

••

Sinx, he was the boy who saved him six years ago.
Wilton was done with his life, but the moment he got that bruise on his shoulder future events altered.

He took care of him, stopped his bad habits, protected him, made him feel safe, made him smile and laugh, and.. he loved him.

They had both fallen in love and.. never left each other alone no matter what.

..
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