Pretty Scars ║DNF

Chapter 2

I woke up this morning feeling rested. I let out a long sight before getting out of bed. I look at my phone for a few seconds wondering if I should call my sister. The memories of last night come back and guilt rushes into my body. I am not resigned to calling her yet. I didn't call her for the past month, so I don't think it is gonna change anything either. After that, I get out of bed and decide to do something today.

Last night felt great and I am determined to repeat the experience. I walk past the kitchen before immediately heading towards the shower. The cold water is running down my back. Not like other people, I like cold showers. They wake me up and make it easier to start the day. I had to find some tricks to stay awake since I am always in my house.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. A hoodie looks perfect for today even if it's probably going to be too hot. I look at my PC in the other room. Maybe I should stream for a while. I make my way slowly towards my desk, unsure if this is the best idea. It doesn't matter after all, I have nothing else to do. As my mouse clicks the go live button, guilt once again washes over me. I am talking to a couple of strangers online but not to my family. I feel bad. It just feels wrong to even think about my family.

"Hello chat" I say with an energetic voice.

I do not stream with a face cam on. I want to do it, but it is too stressful. My setup is pretty simple: my PC with one monitor and my mic. Honestly I don't need much more since I am fairly new to this. I play Bedwars, and before I can even realize it, 4 hours have already passed.

"Goodbye everybody" I say before turning off the stream.

The stream was pretty smooth and everything went fine. Playing Minecraft was actually more fun than usual for some reason. I decide to edit my next video. I don't really want to do it but if I want to boost my channel, I have to. The rest of the day passes really fast, and before I can notice, it is almost 8 pm.

Maybe I could be on time to watch the sunset. All I can think about is the man on the beach. Without even noticing, my feet make their way towards the door and start walking fast to the rock I was sitting on yesterday.

The streets are still full of people which makes me nervous at first. Going out two days in a row is not a usual thing for me. I calm down a little as I see the beautiful ocean standing in front of me. As I arrive, I quickly make my way towards the rock. I sit there exactly like yesterday, except I'm a little more hidden behind it. I don't want them to spot me like they probably did yesterday.

There are a little more people on the beach than yesterday since it is earlier. The sky starts to fill with colors as my hopes fade away. I crave so much seeing them all happy and friendly that I feel empty. The sun is already down, and it is getting darker every minute.

As I am losing all hope, two men appear walking towards the beach. A big smile forms on my lips, but quickly fades away as I realize that the Blondie is not there. Instead, the same brown haired boy from yesterday is there with another brown haired boy. They smile at each other and I can feel even from this far away that their relationship is probably more than platonic. I look at them in awe even if my deception is still present.

"Hey creepy stare"

My mind and body freeze right in place. Even if I never heard him, I know clearly who it is. It takes me a few seconds before I am able to turn my head. My heart skips a beat when I see him: he is really tall with beautiful blonde curls. His skin is slightly tanned and freckles are all over his face. His face looks literally so perfect standing there in front of me.

He is wearing a black swimsuit and a white shirt which looks angelic on him. He is holding his surf in his right hand. My mind is completely blown away on how a human being could be this attractive. I look at him like an angel just landed on the earth. It feels so unreal, but there he is, smiling softly with his eyes wide open. After a few seconds, I realize how stupid I probably look. My mouth is open, and I have fear on my face. Is he mad? I quickly turn my face away from the gorgeous man.