Ambience and Agowilt || Xiaodery ✔

(cuatro)

🔅 3rd Person 🔅

"The world sometimes seems to be such an overwhelming space that even the slightest change in routine or a minimal higher amount of people around you, make you feel like you're suffocating. Floating through your dreamland without thinking about the present day. Such colourful place, even the Rainbow could hardly suppress the envy. A different universe from what we've seen so far. Are you sure you want to go back, back to reality?", the soothing voice got quite and a melody from some other planet started playing.

Sicheng was standing in the doorway, watching his friend stare at the ceiling while his phone played that unfamiliar tune. Other than that, he was hoping the younger wasn't dealing with any stressful thoughts. Due to his blank ganze, it wasn't possible to assume his thoughts precisely. The melody came to an end. "You wanna say something?", Hendery said a little too monotonously for the others liking.

A monotone tone of voice was always the sign that he wasn't completely present, his mind was somewhere else. "Not exactly...", Sicheng was a bit hesitant, "But can I leave you alone for a couple of minutes? I have an important meeting to attend. I could asked Ten to come over..." The younger didn't change his position, he simply kept on laying on his back, hand folded together on top of his stomach. "Sure, go on!" Not an expected answer but not unexpected as well, just a little weird.

Just as Sicheng was out of the door, the blank expression turned into a painful one. His muscles cramped, the tension inside his head started to extend down to his neck and finally reached his chest. The sight was shocking for people who didn't know him, but Xiaojun did know him. He stood there, in the middle of the room, watching his beloved friend suffer so much. The coat still warming him, shoes staining the beige carpet and keys still in his sweaty hand, he ran to him and took his face inside his free palm.

"You know", Hendery whispered between quiet sobs, "They always say 'stay away from the devil'. But the devil is here, right here inside my head! How should I stay away from the devil when he is inside of me!?" Hysterical laughter escaped his throat. Oh, how he wished he could turn his thoughts off, just for a few minutes. "Devilish creatures are nowhere to be seen, i feel them still, yet no one seems to believe me..." The sobs died down and laughter came to a hold.

Sparkles of hopelessness and a shimmering tear of despair. Dejun observed the younger's face carefully, watched out for any signs of unpredictable plans. He couldn't make out any specific, but nonetheless, the fear of loosing him right at that moment was still utterly prominent inside of his heart. And his heart yearned for peace and silence, not for himself but for his beloved friend.

"I'm tired...", he told the older with a sad smile, "Could you hold me for a while? I wanna feel safe for a bit of time..." Xiaojun tried so hard to not cry right here, in front of him. Trembling lips pressed against each other to prevent an unwanted sob. "Sure, I will..." His voice came out as a mere whisper. Slowly, he got up to take off his heavy coat. Tense fingers had a tough fight with the muddy shoelaces. Just one deep breath.

Without thinking he placed his belongings, including the car keys, on and under one of the wooden chair in the entrance hallway. His body worked on its own. Carefully, he got back to the couch and lifted the thick covers to slip next to the freezing young man. Only the older ones body heat made the other feel a tad more alive than he was before. "Thank you..."