A Taste Of Oblivion : The Short Comings Chronicles VOL1

A KIND OF FEELING : PT1

Sam knew there was something wrong with him, he just did. Sam liked a lot of things, he liked the rain, he liked the way the colourless tears would fall from the sky, one after the other, delicately hitting the ground and dancing around his olive skin, he liked the way they would wash away all of his worries and just for now soothe his cuticles and play a soft symphony.

He found it depressing how it'd rain during the day as it ruined his plans, but somehow he loved it during the night as it would be the lullaby that would put him to sleep, the soft tears sliding down the window almost tantalising. Sam liked a lot of things, he liked music, the way one note could convey an entire feeling, he couldn't sing though, let alone hold a note but he relished in the vast ambiance that was music, he'd sit all day and night with his cord, white earphones cause he's parents could careless than buy him the latest air-pods and he didn't bother himself by asking too much for them because sooner or later during Christmas they'd run out of gifts to buy till they give him the air-pods.

He liked to dance, he didn't know how to either and it seemed as if talent was one of the things he lacked but for that he never paid no mind cause Sam was carefree, he was everything Liam wasn't.

Liam was as pale as one could imagine and he hated how much time he'd spend tanning but not even once would his skin turn the shade he desired. Liam was beautiful, with ink black hair and light to non-existent freckles that were dotted across his face scatted in a rhythmic flow that one would swear they were put on purpose in specific locations as so to make a constellation.

Liam hated the rain, he hated how he'd get sick in a matter of an hour sitting outside, he hated how loud it'd chatter and ruin his sleep because he was impatient. Liam was talented, a dancer, a singer, an athlete, almost everything was alright with him as one would say from afar and think he was the perfect poster child but Liam wasn't at all perfect, he was far from it. Liam didn't like a lot of things but he did like Sam, yes, Samkelisiwe, he couldn't even pronounce his name right but he spent countless times in his room trying because Liam was everything, everything but straight.

Straight, a concept he couldn't grasp let alone understand, a concept he thought applied to Sam but Sam and being straight were two parallel lines, they never could touch and the only difference was that Sam's line wasn't straight but bent. He never acted gay though, Liam thought, he never portrayed the stereotype, he wasn't talented and as much as that was rude he knew it was the truth cause Liam knew Sam for two years as they both shared three classes but he always stayed back, he knew Sam wasn't gay cause Sam had a girlfriend, right? Sam did have a girlfriend but only for appearances because as much as he held hands with Lee, she too was as straight as a rainbow.

Lilonke was the perfect straight girl, she went by Lee though as most of her white friends could never pronounce her simple name but she didn't mind as long as they didn't look deeper into her than they had to, and why would they, she was straight and straight people were normal and no one can look harder at you when you're normal but she was tired, she was tired of being in the closet cause she wanted real love and she didn't want to break Sam's heart but next week she had to because she was moving.

Her parents knew she was lesbian and didn't really mind, they weren't there for her most of time but did give her all the Gucci bags her heart desired in thoughts that food, money and shelter would be enough to fill the void that was left by them, they didn't know how to raise a child, how could they when they themselves were children, had a child at 18 and married at 20 they didn't know what they were doing so they worked hard for all the money in the world mistaking it for love. But next week they were moving, their jobs required that.

Jobs, work; that's what Sam did everyday, and an arduous job it was because he had to keep himself in check, his school was never at all one tiny bit homophobic, he knew that but he still couldn't bring himself to come out. Maybe it was because he didn't feel the need to come out, why would he when everyone else didn't, why did he have to proclaim that he was gay yet everyone else didn't go around saying they were straight, it was absurd he thought but what was more absurd was the fact that he didn't, he did not, not even one bit feel Liam sit beside him and utter a timid 'Hi', he didn't, he did not, not even one bit hear Liam's heart beat so fast as if it'd rip out of his chest till Liam sighed a sad sigh and that was when he laid his eyes on the pale boy beside him.