True Love? (yaoi; BoyXboy)

Heartbeat 28: Solitary Mondays No More

Heya, lovelies~

The feeling you get when you have finally become a 4th year college student (*sweatdrops*), but you still look like a grade school student. People keep teasing me because of my height and I just laugh it off, but deep inside I was planning how I could give them the most tortuous death ever- (Okay, sorry.)

It's supposed to be the rainy season here in the Philippines, but it still feels like the middle of summer! It's so HOT! (I mean, yeah, yaoi is hot, but in a good way.) The heat is bad for my health and the sun's brightness is so destructive every single day, that I spend all day locked up inside my room on weekends. Very productive, yeah. -_-

Anyway, enough with the rant. As a gift for all the love "True Love?" has been receiving from you guys, I decided to make a two-part update. I haven't posted anything in a long while, I apologize, but don't worry I'm not dropping this story; I can't drop this story; and never am I gonna drop this story! I present to you chapter 28! As always, thank you for all your support, lovelies~ TvT)/

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For some reason, I found myself floating adrift, deeper and deeper, as my entirety got completely submerged in what my mind thought to be some body of water.

Eh... When did I come here? How come I am here? I wondered as I tried- struggled- to lift my heavy eyelids open, but, of course, to no avail. I made small efforts to move whatever I thought would be helpful to keep myself from drowning, but gave up in the end, settling in my mind the idea of my unusually stiff limbs being the cause.

I felt my body glide against the soft, warm, water as if the liquid were embracing my being. Strangely though, I didn't feel a least bit afraid at all. Despite the inexplicable situation surrounding me, above anything else, I felt some sort of fondness. Weird, I know, but that's what the heat enveloping me gives off and the way my locks faintly swayed with the water just lulled myself into comfort. It felt as if my hair was being caressed and I didn't hate the feeling at all.

What took me aback more was the fact that I didn't have any trouble breathing, nor did I fought the calming sensation. I just drifted and drifted and drifted until I felt my back reached, what I had deemed to be, the bottom surface of the water. When I did, a ray of light hit my closed eyelids and the darkness was then overcame by an empty white.

Involuntarily, my eyes slowly fluttered open and I found myself standing in the middle of a flower field. Around me was the pooling pink to light red shades, sometimes white, of azaleas and, as the wind swiftly blew, I would occasionally get a sniff of the faint smell of the alluring floras beneath me.

I stood there mesmerized at the beautiful scenery laid upon my eyes, until a single strong gust of wind rouse me from my musings.

From some distance, I measured with my eyes to be 5 meters or so, I saw a small girl standing, with her back faced on me, underneath a large tree- all of its branches almost one-fifth of the size of its own, burly, trunk were irregularly outstretched in all directions and the varying green hues of its leaves unsuccessfully covers its dark brown bole.

I squinted my eyes to get a clearer look of the person. I curse my near-sightedness for being such an inconvenience at important times like this.

Important? I questioned in my mind.

There was this nagging feeling in my heart that I needed to get a closer look of the scene in front of me. I tried to move and walk towards the girl, but my body said otherwise. It was as if my feet were glued on the earthen mounds. I tried to call her out, but nothing came of my voice. I can hear the soft puff of breaths escape my mouth, but, for some peculiar reason, my voice just won't come out.