Speak Up!

FOUR-

Zihao jumped from his sitting position on the gymnasium floor, shorts fluttering in the wind he had created with such a swift motion.

If Tills was in trouble he would be the first the save her, or so he thought. It was perhaps that they had a game tonight or the fact that anything covered in blood raised his adrenaline, but Zihao ran as fast as he could put the doors.

It was then he realized that Hanyu hadn't mentioned her location. Only that she was dead. He thought back to how his classmate had screamed through the room, his voice bouncing off the walls with incredible echo power. The memory sent a chill down his spine, also recalling the blood covering the boy's hands and jeans.

Though Zihao couldn't be sure where she was, he ran to where him and her had last met. The pool supply shed. And sure enough she was there.

Li Zihao wasn't one to cry, a cesspool of emotions bubbling up only on the rarest of occasions. This being a very rare occasion- he began to cry.

"Thilla? Tills?" He wept as his large hand gripped her smaller one, the heat of her body having completely left it. She had been left cold and unsettled looking.
"Did you suffer too much Tills?" He would've asked if he only had the chance. In all complete honesty Zihao could admit that what he felt for Thilla Martin was love.
A real, soft yet intimate love that he would never confess to. He had found it cheesy and a bit cringey to admit to his feelings. And as a product of such a society, he would keep his feelings hidden until some future event left him exploded, broken, and so vastly removed from human emotion that he just gave up on everything entirely.

"Tills." He whispered, squeezing her pale appendage in his own.
"I loved you." He whispered once again. The showing of feelings was satisfactory for him at the moment as an emotionally wrecking Jia Hanyu came up from behind, nose sniffling and eyes leaking like a faucet.

Zihao would've gone absolutely irate if he still wasn't completely shocked at the current event taking place.

"Zihao, is she-"  Hanyu barely knew the one kneeling next to his crush, but he couldn't care less.

The younger stood up quickly, turning on his heels to face the teary-eyed boy behind him.

Raising an accusatory finger, Zihao began to yell, one of his many fine attributes he inherited from his father.

"You! How did you find her? What're you doing snooping around back here like a creep!?" Zihao shouted as his face turned a fiery shade of red.

"W-what? I just found her dead and you're worried why I was back here?" Hanyu retorted. He wiped his runny nose and crossed his arms across his chest in an almost angry fashion.

"Never mind that! Just... when did you find her like this?" Zihao growled aggressively, yet sadly and Hanyu felt a little bad for yelling. Zihao hasn't always been the nicest . Hell, he was never nice to Hanyu. But he could tell Zihao cared for Tills, almost in the way he did.

The two were feeling the same emotions right now, but one was too strong to admit it, while the other was too confused as to why they felt the same.