FANFICTION Insight 2: The move-in - Torn apart connected (main story) -

Scene 4 Plan B

Sam's POV

I lie on Yu's couch with my eyes closed while he packs some things.

The bitter taste of my sadness wets my senses.

How can I hear the highest feelings of happiness rushing through my body one moment and free fall into melancholy the next.

The amplitudes of my love for Yu strike out wide and vibrate in all their facets.
The highest feeling gets to know even more heights.
The deep fall is then all the worse.

I try to find rational reasons.

Reasons that should explain to me why Yu hesitates.
Reasons that speak against moving in together.
Reasons that should make me believe that nothing will change because of his hesitation.

We keep our apartments and thus always have a refuge.

In case it doesn't work out.
In case it doesn't last.

That's what he seems to want.

He is not sure.
Plan B.

I feel my body tense up.

My thoughts always end in free fall.

I can't rationalize my disappointment.

He doesn't want to move in with me.

We don't have the same feelings for each other.

Dot.

I feel Yu's fingers tenderly massaging my forehead.

"Why are you frowning?" he asks, kissing my furrowed brows.

I open my eyes and see his beautiful eyes looking at me.

"It's all good. Are you ready?", I reply.

Yu puts his hand on my face and caresses my cheek with his thumb. His hand whispers to me.

But I'm not ready to listen yet.

Instead, I sit up and stretch.

And again, I can feel exactly that Yu is hurting my rejection.

I can't help it.

He looks at me with glazed eyes and smiles tentatively.

"Shall we get some rest before we leave?" asks Yu, sitting down behind me and pulling me close to him. I lie down again. This time my head is on Yu's legs.

He starts stroking my face again.

Why is he doing this? He knows very well that I can't resist his hands. His tender hands caress my cheeks, my chin, my forehead.

He gently strokes my nose, massages my earlobes and tickles my hair. His warmth and loving touches pull me into the darkness of myself.

I float around in our night sky with a sad heart.

"Sleep, my love!", I hear him whisper and surrender to his instruction.

The sun shines through the large windows into the large room in the middle of which I find myself.

The room is furnished with individual pieces from various styles.

Nothing fits together.

Everything fulfills its function and is quite appealing as a single piece.

The room leads through time.

The past mixes with the present and flows into the future.

I'm scared.

Surrounded by bright light and silent furniture, I feel a crushing uneasiness.