Don't Let Go Of Me

Chapter 19

The mood in the house had been down lately. Not really because of anger, but because there seemed to be a wall between them. A thick distance that they weren't able to move past.

It was suffocatingly thick.

Days seemed to either pass by like blinks of eye or stretching long and endless. There was no in between and no end to it either.

He was standing in the kitchen, hands in the soapy water inside the sink. Washing dishes wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, but it needed to be done rather sooner than later.

It was the early hours of the morning so it was already later anyway. He didnt know if Georg or sapnap were home, but he tried to be as quiet as possible anyway.

While mindlessly scrubbing a plate, his gaze flew over the connected living room, not really looking for anything in particular.

Well that was until his eyes stopped at a journal. A brown journal with a pen beside it. Wasn't that sapnap's?

On many occasions it had become clear that the man was interested in writing, but up to this day he had never seen or read any of it.

Thinking back, even when they were younger, sapnap always had a romantic and melodramatic touch to himself. The way he would describe things would depend on his mood and the feelings inside him. It had been fascinating to dream back then.

Even nowadays he was still at aw whenever sapnap rambled about something he was passionate about. It had become very seldom tho that he was to talk to him about anything at all.

Would it really hurt to look into it? Maybe just a peak. Yes a peak at the last page for sure wouldn't matter right? They were friends. Buddies. Colleges. Lovers...

Shaking his head, dream dried his hands off on a rag and moved over to the table in the living room. Not lovers. They weren't and wouldn't be anything of that sort.

It did feel like he was about to do something illegal almost. What was wrong with him? It was a stupid book.

Filled with confidence, dream opened the journal to the last entry and started flying over the neatly written words.

"He was the man that was like the wind.
He was the change and future.

How could you ever hate him?
Hate the wind?

Lead by a breeze, he would face off whatever storm was coming his way.

Not once did he look back or drop his smile, no matter what kind of wind was clouding his thoughts.

There were days where the sky was grey, were thick fog would take away the ability to see what was in front of them.

He would be the eyes of the people.
Soft wind carrying you like dandelions seeds being carried away on a light summer day.

Light as air. He had the ability to make you feel like you were floating above the cloud while still having both feet on solid ground.

He would turn out the better you. Make you see the life you wanted to feel.

He wanted to make you live every moment, every second to its fullest potential and not once look back or feel regret.

He was the wind, but he was alone.
Everywhere he went, people would be happy to see him, but where they happy to see him or what he gave?

Who would carry his legacy once he went away? Would people remember him or what he stood for?

Sometimes he wished to be normal, to be like everyone and not be burdened to fight the storm inside his head.