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Accident - SKEPHALO

In a world where you get a scar for every accident you have, it was very noticeable when your entire body was covered with them. People with many visible scars were quickly seen as violent and dangerous, which is why they were usually getting avoided.

Skeppy was one of the people whose entire body was covered with scars. This was the reason why he had no friends and everyone looked at him as if he were a serial killer.

Tired, he walked towards his university where he was currently studying. As usual, people started whispering as he walked past them to his room, but he ignored them.

A body bumped into the petite boy, causing him to fall to the ground and look up at the taller one, startled.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," a hand was extended to him, which he cautiously accepted.

He watched the face of his counterpart attentively, who first looked at the scars on the smaller one's hand and then gently helped him up. A friendly smile graced the brown-haired man's lips.

"You must be Skeppy, right? The boy everyone keeps talking about?", curiosity was in the green-eyed one's voice.

"Yep...", after his hand was released, the black-haired boy stuffed it into his pocket.

"Ah, that's why they're all staring at us. What' class do you have now?"

"Um... math."

"Me too! Let's walk there together"

And so they did. They walked side by side to the room they had to go to and talked to each other, with most of the conversation coming from the taller one. It occurred to the taller one that he hadn't introduced himself yet, so he did.

Daryll was his name.

A name that sounded beautiful to Skeppy's ears and would surely stay in his head for a while, even if he would never see the brown-haired man again after this day.

They entered the room and found seats next to each other so they could keep talking until the professor would come and hold the lecture.

Some time passed in which they were silent and listened to the professor, while every now and then they gave each other inconspicuous glances.

When they got freed from the lecture they made their way to the cafeteria to eat something together. Skeppy hardly ever ate at the university, but this time he pulled himself together for the brown-haired boy and sat down at a table with him. Again, many stared at him, but he ignored the people and fixated on Daryll.

Gentle green eyes locked with his own, studying the emotions behind them. An encouraging smile graced the taller one's lips before he began to speak.

"I think it's rude to judge someone just because they have scars on their body. After all, you don't know the reasons behind them, so where do you get the right to make a decision? I'm sure you're a good person and those scars didn't come from any accidents at illegal car races or deals with drugs," a soft chuckle left the throat of his counterpart.

Amazed, the smaller one looked at the brown-haired man. He had never heard such words from anyone before, everyone who spoke to him was always averse to him.

And all because of a few scars.

"That's true," Skeppy stuffed some of his food into his mouth. "Everyone always has these prejudices, even though everyone has at least one scar on their body. Not everyone is lucky enough to be sheltered by their parents from a young age"

Happily they continued to talk about the most sensitive topic in this society, which was a constant companion in everyday life. Meanwhile, they ate comfortably and were finally interrupted by the bell calling them back to lecture.

~-~

At the end of the day, after getting through the rest of their lectures, they were on their way to Skeppy's apartment together. They felt a certain attraction between them that made it impossible to separate, which is why they decided to just spend more time together, even though they didn't know each other for a long time.

And so, even now, they talked about God and the world; they told each other things no one else knew, since the other was the first person who could understand and relate.

"May I ask how the scars happened?" sounded at some point later in the evening the question that had been between them from the beginning, but which the taller one hadn't dared to speak out loud.

There was silence for a while, during which the two merely stared at each other and made no sound. The black-haired one seemed to think, wrestle with himself and finally he quietly began to tell the older one.

"Well, I..."

Flames engulfed the building in front of the little boy, who was just 7 years old. Hastily, he rushed toward the house where he had spent his life since he could remember.

"Mom! Dad! Lilly!" he shrieked in panic, ducking under some burning, falling beams in search of his family.

The heat was unbearable, but the boy barely noticed it when he spotted his little sister. As fast as he could, he ran to her, the pain-filled screams still haunting his dreams to this day.

"Lilly!", desperately he tried to somehow extinguish the flames on the body of his beloved sibling, getting himself some burns.

Every attempt was helpless. His sister stopped screaming after a few minutes, leaving the black-haired boy alone in the crackling, blazing flames that thirsted to engulf him as well.

The firefighters arrived far too late. They could only rescue the crying child from the flames, who had suffered severe smoke inhalation and lost his entire family that night.

But as if that weren't enough already, the boy was adopted by a violent family who missed no chance to further torture the broken 7-year-old.

For 11 years he endured all of this until he was finally able to move out and disappear to America.

"...And now I'm here," the black-eyed man ended his story, which had brought tears to his eyes.

He had never been able to tell anyone about it and let out all of his sorrow. Anxiously, he watched the reaction of his counterpart, who looked shocked. At the same time, something else gleamed in his eyes that Skeppy couldn't quite interpret.

Carefully, two arms wrapped around his small body and pulled him into a gentle hug. Uncertainly, the smaller one returned it and instantly began to feel safe. Daryll was warm and comfortable, his arms rested carefully on the black-haired one's back and his scent had a calming effect on him.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," it quietly left the green-eyed boy's mouth. "You're safe now, I promise no one will ever hurt you again. From now on, I'll take care of you. I'm here for you."

Little did the smaller one know that the boy with the brown hair and his gentle touch was about to change his life.